Love, Pain & Me

If I Believe, its magical.

Losing myself in the summer breeze
I'll never take his hand and never trust him
Not with my senses intact
And his words like ocean bed
Do they matter if they are deep?
When they cannot be reached.
What am I to do with love
If it won't make me believe
That a man can put me first
When his record is not so clean
When everyone morning in the city
A strand of his hair is at a crime scene