brain power
doubt showers, i need a friend.
one who will be there in the end.
standing proud with stories untold.
wishing everything we touched was gold.
but i'm just left with loneliness.
cradle king of things unseen, quietness.
these branches have broken.
the tree no longer swings, unspoken.
cover me in streams of dreams
whisper it's not all what it seems.
gift the power of wings so free.
end this rapture of solitude captivity.
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