I'm still trying to breathe without your name on my lips,
I'm still trying to sleep without your face in my dreams.
And wouldn't it only be right, that I not chase you through my memories?
And not curse you for walking away from something you didn't know you had.
But what sin is hope that punishes me even in my dreams?
Where you walk away everytime I think I get so close...
enough to breathe you in, and softly call your name?
Where you wander around not to call my own,
but to keep me calling yours.
What escape is there in the morning?
I still breathe.


Tell me what you think. I still don't know what to call it. Maybe Drowning.

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