I used to brave the storm, holding your hand
Riding your back through ferocious wind and makeshift plans
I used to brave the storm but it's pulling me in
Pulling me apart, breaking my heart, and making me sin
Sin, sinI used to trust the ocean with my secrets
Taking seashells home, speaking in hushed tones became my weakness
I used to trust the ocean with my life
Sitting in rising tides, trying to empathise 'cause I also like to cry
Cry, cryI used to hate the dark, I used to run away
Toward any light, give up every fight, I know when I'm beaten
I used to hate the dark, now it's where I'll stay
Avoiding the bright and enclosed tightly where there's no space for breathing
I know when I'm beaten, beaten
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.