How will I write in 10 years time
I wouldn't know for sure as moments go by
Our bones grow weary, souls should steady
Although they murmur sometimes
Disclosing hints through your eyes
Disappointment in your glance,
Afraid to hurt, I took a defense stance
Yet you held my vulnerability.
Do your hands still shake or are you with me?
Through my sun-orange to funeral-black
Are you grieving too? I know I hate my lack.
The missing parts I'm still learning to love
The broken sights that dream for just a bit more
Tho' I admit it sometimes feels I'm suffocating on a shore
Will you be just a passive chapter in the lore?
Will you fight and just hold on?
Learning to live with a stranger, whom I don't really know
She lets me ...in sometimes, she lets me borrow
A brief look at a future of us
I don't understand why they're afraid to show...
Believe, or maybe even "love" ...
Are you really here?
Or am I your method to live your escape, indulge in your vertigo?
I know you lived my madness, I tried to keep on, cling on
To hope
Hope that I'll be able to face my challenges head on
Hope to be called a doctor
SF or a myth to live for...
Or die trying to ride my ride
And keep my head above high tide.
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