November 16, 2012 § Leave a comment


it sang songs to me, in the deep depths

when words would have otherwise been empty

void of feeling, and therefore, meaning.



not my lifesaver, but somewhat a rescuer

sitting on the shore, awaiting my surface

we welcome each other delightedly



companions, we will run

and when the sun sets, I would have met you again

Laughing, with the rain this time.


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