I cry myself to sleep at night.
I dream of ocean eyes and fire burning through my soul.
I dream of passion and love.
But I’m hiding.
I don’t know anything anymore.
I’m burnt out like a roachie in an ash tray.
But I still hope.
I still dream.
I’m still alive inside.
It’s just buried deep down inside.
I wish I could say I was genuinely happy but that’s a lie. But I’m working on it.
I might be burnt out but the fires still inside me.
Just wait,
Till I let it out and pour out my soul to you.
Cause I will.
And like mine your heart might turn cold or start to cry like a hungry newborn.
But don’t worry we’re gunna be ok.
Eventually.
We’ll be reborn into something bigger and better my true loves and passions and drives will come to light and so will I.
I will shine like the brightest star in the sky.
Just wait.
I might be burnt out but I’m not dead yet.
I’m hoping to live long and prosper learning something new everyday and living as if each day could be my last.
But at least everything would be worth  my while.
Cause I’m smart and creative and strange but funny and as loyal as hades hell hounds.
Im going to be free.
Release my wings and fly.
Dream.
Live.
Learn.
And love.