Sometimes I feel there's a hole inside of me an emptiness that, at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, probably you could hear the ocean.
I have this dream of being whole... Of not going to sleep each night, wanting.
But still, sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I've had my happiness. I don't want to believe it but there is no man, only that moon.
I have this dream of being whole... Of not going to sleep each night, wanting.
But still, sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I've had my happiness. I don't want to believe it but there is no man, only that moon.
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