I’ve been stuck lately trying to convince myself to convince myself that there is a better way to be living and dying for bigger things.
All these feelings were so hard the first time to see, but now they come so freely. Is it just me? I haven’t been myself for over a year, and it feels kind of weird to cry again. But letting down my guard has become an art. And I want to let you in; make you the exception.
May I take your breath away?
I can’t see what’s in front of me, but hearing your voice clears some of the fog. I’m on my way to believing that I can love again, just give me the chance.
On my left is an old chipped chair that’s probably been everywhere. And it reminds me of me in one way or two. And I swear this to you, I wish that this was not the truth. But things have been getting hard, and I’m only eighteen.
Once again, I'll push through, and remember when I was out on the pier, and all I did was hear you talk about the diamonds in the sky. And I realized that I love the way you say my name and look into my eyes. Captivating and breathtaking all at once, let's be quiet and let the stars do the speaking.
The moon will light the way tonight.
Just give it a chance and a midnight dance and we'll watch the sun rise in the morning.
- Michael Stephen
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