tyche to his forsaken abyss

tyche to his forsaken abyss

“birthdays?” he laughed.

for it was never a big deal,

fondly she looked at him knowing she’d bring the stars down,

for how happy he makes her feel.

and so she did,

for when he walked up to her,

a small smile plastered across his face,

blabbering, she started walking around,

flustered cause she couldn’t do much,

apologising while calling it a mess.

for when she was still talking,

his eyes never leaving hers,

the small smile still in place,

white flowers and a half baked cake,,

he commended the sky 

for the love that grazed his soul,,

given that it was home to him,

what she was calling a mess.

and, suddenly it became a big deal,

her world unfolding into his,

being the happiest he has ever been,

for she was the 

tyche to his forsaken abyss.