I didn't mean to make the stars bleed from the palms of their hands.
You just touched me so gently,
I forgot what it was like to tip toe
On the shoreline
Where my wrongdoings match the tide of my indifference.
And I'm sure somewhere inside the caverns of my chaotic senses,
There's an image of you that stirs the wavelengths of my consciousness,
And gives me the breath that revives my sleeping pulse.