Saturday, August 9, 2014

Soon the waves and I found the rolling, soon the waves and I found the rip

Soon the waves and I found the rolling
Soon the waves and I found the rip

Tide

In the quiet comes the crashing
the pulling
pushing
choking
drowning

Empty arms
I wish I still had your soul to hold




...even though you pulled me under.


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