I guess it’s when you fall asleep
With my hand in yours
That I find sweetness
In our solitude
In our world,
There is only two.
Every now and then I hear
Echoes of warning
That one day I find myself
Believing your every word
But in the end helpless
With only words to hold onto
I want to sail with your dreams of us
But tides of reality just push me to the shore
I can’t go deep.
Why do I bother myself
When you are here with me?
Holding my hand
As you gently sleep.
Fears are too strong.
I don’t want to wake you up.
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