Prologue
My swollen lips utter silent symphonies.
The fine tuned sound of salt sits upon our ears.
It's just us and the sea.
In our imaginary place turned real.
I'm beginning to start to feel.
What am I feeling you might ask?
I'm feeling that this feeling might last.
The sound of the waves are keeping me sane.
And cold silence is the sound of my pain.
I'm already starting to realize how much I can see in your eyes.
And how much that means to me you've opened up wide.
Your eyes are the sea.
I tell you things you don't want to hear.
But you have to, you must face your fear.
I know it's not kind of me.
But it's also not fine with me for you not to know.
The truth is hidden in my heart.
You need to break it so it will fall apart.
And release all of the scattered dreams I've locked away.
But release them at my okay.
So I may prepare myself for the worst.
But I know that won't happen.
It won't happen.
It's just wishful thinking.
So, we'll be stuck forever out at sea.
Moving back and forth,
Without you knowing what you mean to me.
