Sitting by the waterside, i breath in the warm air this night.
The Summer daze has got me, maybe we should never see.
A dream cold, alone and broken, is as strange as your heart unspoken.
Talk to me and speak your fears, or let it manifest in tears.
Don't tear your heart and living fire, not even when the moment is dire.
I ask you to be yourself and be free, because you got it down to a Tee.
I grab the rope of the mountain you towed, and help you drag it through rivers and the moat.
Your walls built high and mighty strong, they try to climb and breaking the song.
But i walk through the gate, and ask you for your mental state.
Bring your dream and write along, because in truth you are never wrong.
©emilylewis
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