And I feel so like the ocean,
Pulled into you like the moon.
I have this gravitation
Where I can't seem to let go

If my teardrops were wishes
life would be filled with the sweetest of kisses.

shatter me to specks and flecks
i'd give my heart to you yet again

you see,
that’s the problem
with being the strong one
who always offers others
a hand
everyone thinks that you
don’t need a hand and
they think you have lots
of surplus energy and no
worries

*(s.m)

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.