Dreams

All these things that I tell myself

All those times that I lie

I’m full of burnt out hopes

Washed over by my ocean

Of unreachable dreams.

 

But I still can’t let them go

I hold them tight

Like a child to their parents’ fingers

And they break apart in my hands

So I’ll just keep lying

Pretend I’m still holding on

To something worth holding on to.

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