Inky black, like my arms

47 lucky charms

Passing through me

Never ending

A gift, my sweet, I was sending

Never happened, not supposed to

All I wanted

Was to be next to you

Through December, I just waited

You got angry, and I felt cheated

Should have left it

All the distance

Broken hearted

With no resistance

47 lucky charms

On your table and in your arms

We never happened

There's a reason why it ended

Confused and deadened

So that I'll carry

With my years

The sound of you

Ringing in my ears