cold deep waters - a life that is my own ☆

I guess

In this swelling river over grass strands and wheat fields

In this dark shower of rain

In this cold salt water at the bottomn of the shore

That I was to scared ro swim toward

I am living a life torn, days moulded and formed 

by an incompleteness

In the deep cold pulsing waters 

I will never find a soul shimmer 

That sees my shine

Never find the hand that holds where holding is needed

Or the candle that lights

Or the teardrops that turn the streetlamps into stars

Never find a coat In the rain, Or boots Or a hug Or a sweet rain-loving snail to help across the road

I care too much of my own

Its just the idea 

The thought 

That I could be enough

And also not too much 

The thought

The feeling 

I could be completely and truly seen

But in the deep blue cold waters I sink it seems

The thought 

The feeling

That I could live

A life that is my own