If you were the ocean,
what body of water that
would be, but only salty
from the tears you have
cried missing me...
If I were sky, it would be the colour
of my eyes, yet cloudy with age,
and the tears would not fail, to fall
like hail from my cold and ***
tant shaped heart.
There is one place I promise we can meet,
despite the gaps between us seeming, ever
grand and global,
keep your eyes on the horizon, run to meet me
there, as I fall from the heights for you...
yet I understand, if there is no softness in the catch...
again and again...I will fall.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
If you were the ocean,
what body of water that
would be, but only salty
from the tears you have
cried missing me...
If I were sky, it would be the colour
of my eyes, yet cloudy with age,
and the tears would not fail, to fall
like hail from my cold and ***
tant shaped heart.
There is one place I promise we can meet,
despite the gaps between us seeming, ever
grand and global,
keep your eyes on the horizon, run to meet me
there, as I fall from the heights for you...
yet I understand, if there is no softness in the catch...
again and again...I will fall.
Sorry, we won't be together.
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