My little world begins to shake.
With the revealing of selfish mistakes.
Suffocating the need to breathe.
I sit here painfully festering with disease.
Maybe I was stupid and naïve.
Or just needed something in which to believe.
I am suspended in the air by thorn brambles.
Piercing my brain it scrambles.
Now, crumbling everything I hoped for and once adored.
Someday I’ll break through this cocoon and stop being ignored.
For right now I’m just crying for the rain.
To take away all my sorrows and the pain.
My love falls away it seems.
A love that lives only in my dreams.