I hate the way I speak.

As if we're oblivious,

To share a conversation

Because we're both not listening.

But I loved the way it felt,

For someone to understand me

The way the Sun did the Moon

He died for her to breathe.

Every graze of the wind

Was ever so a relief

A pinch of reality

So doubtful, I couldn't believe.

And every memory was bitter sweet

Baby my soul is in too deep,

I'm drowning in confusion.

As the hour glass drains

Every hopeful minute... Waiting.

For you to break the silence

Oh baby, just breathe.

You take me to the other side

Your my medicine

The answer to my crying plea.

-T. G