This body of mine
I left at sea
When I made my feet
touch the salty waters
I was comfortable
because I had cried everyday
When night came
I was not afraid
because it had seemed as if
I was accustomed to darkness
I write this
I started this
because there was no other way
I could tell you
My words were sewn
with my feelings
I knitted you this outerwear
so I could see that you wore my heart
upon your sleeve
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
This body of mine
I left at sea
When I made my feet
touch the salty waters
I was comfortable
because I had cried everyday
When night came
I was not afraid
because it had seemed as if
I was accustomed to darkness
I write this
I started this
because there was no other way
I could tell you
My words were sewn
with my feelings
I knitted you this outerwear
so I could see that you wore my heart
upon your sleeve
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