I want to believe you exist.
Riding woe the same way I do,
you're catching waves until we meet.
You're holding secrets that make blood-red sleeves
the way I'm holding secrets in my pockets.
You're catching eyes that drift right by,
but you've never found a fit.
Because you want to dance on moonlit shores
twinkling your stars with the beat.
Because your heart is pulling with the tides
the way mine pulls just for yours.
Because right now you do exist somewhere
sitting lonely on a pier.
And I want to meet you and be the
musical whisper in your ear.
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