Acoustic dream Stories

How are you gorgeous? I write to tell you what life feels like here Without you—I’ll never be me No, never not fully Not ever wholly—never complete I’m just drifting; an anchorless ship I am drifting on my own A lonely vessel caught at sea, in the storm Beneath the noise, I hear your call I’m just homesick—that is all I’ve failed a lifetime But I never gave up on chance Then chance found me, in the shape of you So cry no...