Seed

Whispers of a day gone by… Hoping for a day brand 
new…Aching to breathe the ice-like delicate air. Holding in
 the disappointment… Acting like you please me still… 
Hoping that the ruse will lead you home. Why should I have 
to show you who I am? Every seed holds its secrets under 
land. Only time makes the flower appear.
Do you believe in sunlight here? Underneath your colorless 
sky, every kind word has a plastic veneer. Am I tasting 
honesty or my own bitter fear? Pearls promised yesterday… 
Must I earn them today? Toss and turn. I wake and yearn for
 peace. Why should I have to show you who I am? Every seed 
holds its secrets under land.
Only time makes the flower appear. Only when there is water
 near.
I still believe in sunlight; still believe that you're 
right.
I still believe that you're right here. Not your simple 
reverie… thinking of the euphoric life I believe could 
already be, if you were next to me. Shaken by the words you
 write. Subtle as an alibi.
Why should I believe you? Should I? Should I? If you could 
feel it'd be surreal.
Why should I have to show you who I am? Every seed holds 
its secrets under land. Only time makes the flower appear. 
Only when there is water near.
I still believe in sunlight; still believe that you're 
right. I still believe that you're right here. I still 
believe. Believe. I still believe that you're right here