I bury myself in washed out dreams,
they are nothing but a myth.
Raging winds and salty seas,
despite the one I’m with.
I can never get enough of your sour taste,
your affection is what I crave.
Yet you sit and sulk in your hollow world,
unable to be brave.
Breaking, hurt or disappointment,
were never in my end game.
I want to ease your burdens,
release the pressure you proclaim.
Shadows can cast doubt within,
but they are never what they seemed.
I will never be enough for you,
or measure up to what you’ve dreamed.
I want the clouds to rain the secrets of your soul,
and let them soak into my skin.
Fear can keep us from the things we want,
when all we need is to let the rain begin.
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