Re-Confession

falling far, or far falling? drink a toast, the night is calling look through the crowd, sip your wine try to remember, you will be mine underwater, us fishes swim but sharks bare teeth and look so grim yet fear not for the darkness sake I'll be here every morning when you wake now take my hand, and don't be shy together no sharks will feed us lies and I promise that there's no secrets this year- hold you in my arms like I intended, my dear