I am scared of you.
I fear everything that you do.
The things that you bring.
To the way you make the ocean sing.
The sound of the wind makes the humming in my heart want to break.
The love I have is not enough to give.
The thoughts of time have pass me by.
The sense of sensibility is not in you.
Windows are open to the world that I do not want.
The hope I used to dream has gone away.
I think it is time for me too.
This will be last for me, and you to.
One day I will return, but I am not sure.
Misconception 