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When dawn breaks
I wake to the watery light from the window.
In it streams like my cascade of memory
Looking up at the sky of slate, I turn my head
Your Gray eyes are drowning me.
You were supposed to be a temporary fix to a twisted fate.
The concenquences were dire, yet I ignored them.
I held on.
I listened to my heart,
And you heard what I could not say.
Faces change, but I was always searching for the same essence.
The heart I was looking for just kissed me goodnight.
Pinned, I can only stare it in the face.
When I turn my cheek, your hand grasps my face.
A gentle force that faces reality.
You are here.
You comfort me.
Your gray eyes are what I drown in.
Softly I am pulled into the depths of the abyss.
All fears, pain, and questions can be washed away by the rain.
Am I so easy to read?
Do you see what I am thinking?
Today is my tomorrow, and I shall spend the night.
When the second dawn breaks,
It is brighter than before
You are still here.
The night has not lost you.
Nor have I run away in it.
My chains were freed, still I am scared to seek my own freedom.
Huddled in my misery, I can feel the warm breath of life returning.
Spring is coming,
My self-induced winter is melting away.
Leaving my world shiny and new.
Clean and fresh the breeze now blows.
I have yet to bud, but I have been washed clean.

Description

When dawn breaks
I wake to the watery light from the window.
In it streams like my cascade of memory
Looking up at the sky of slate, I turn my head
Your Gray eyes are drowning me.
You were supposed to be a temporary fix to a twisted fate.
The concenquences were dire, yet I ignored them.
I held on.
I listened to my heart,
And you heard what I could not say.
Faces change, but I was always searching for the same essence.
The heart I was looking for just kissed me goodnight.
Pinned, I can only stare it in the face.
When I turn my cheek, your hand grasps my face.
A gentle force that faces reality.
You are here.
You comfort me.
Your gray eyes are what I drown in.
Softly I am pulled into the depths of the abyss.
All fears, pain, and questions can be washed away by the rain.
Am I so easy to read?
Do you see what I am thinking?
Today is my tomorrow, and I shall spend the night.
When the second dawn breaks,
It is brighter than before
You are still here.
The night has not lost you.
Nor have I run away in it.
My chains were freed, still I am scared to seek my own freedom.
Huddled in my misery, I can feel the warm breath of life returning.
Spring is coming,
My self-induced winter is melting away.
Leaving my world shiny and new.
Clean and fresh the breeze now blows.
I have yet to bud, but I have been washed clean.