In that closed bedroom, ?
we stayed. ?

Castaways on shore,
?from that sea of eyes.?
Always watching,
many faces,
?many smiles, ?
fake. ?
Stretching ear to ear,
?the façade.
?
Tired of floating, ?
of swimming,
that stream, ?
we both began to drown.

But I’ll **** the water,
?from your lungs,
?if you hold just a little longer,
?to me.
But, ?even together,
we’re still painted blue.