I’ll confess to you
In waves of blue
In drowning laughter
And a smoking moon
You know my confession
My maudlin expression
It’s truely no secret
At least not to me
But it is quite scared
Like a banshee at sea
It should not be ephemeral
It should not fade away
It should bloom like spring florals
And be dried and still stay
Maybe it’s redundant
To think you want more
You told me yourself, yet my tears run sore
Maybe it’s foolish
To see you in dreams
Messages that you you love me
When I see you in my phosphenes
Maybe I’m longing for something I’ve lost
Maybe you’re healed and I shall be tossed
We waited to make sure that the love was true
We waited but delusion said the one would be you