will be alright and
I'll believe you.
Tell me, the sky is
blue and I'll wear
same kind of shades
to surrender in your lap.
Tell me, there are still
places we can go,
and tell me we can
evade fate if can
hide together.
Tell me running matters.
Tell me escape is real.
Tell me we can outrun
what we've become.
Tell me we can start
all over again.
Brush the hand of
assurance over my
head and tell me
about that island we
always talked about-
Sun-scorched sand.
our bare bodies.
half-burnt fishes
and tender coconut.
smoke off the fire
like love-
and if the sky is kind,
and sleep is still an option.
If the moon is bright
and tries to shine
over my eyes-
Tell me if you can
veil my eyes to assure
me it's not a dream.
Tell me the tides won't
turn. Tell me the
morning will not interfere.
Tell me this pause is
permanent.
Tell me this borrowed
time is not an illusion.
and even if it is,
wait for it till I gather
myself-
I may wanna preserve
this bubble.