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The rocky steps that lead to the sea Were always a problem to climb Always one careful step from a chaotic tumble Into the misty void And once the journey was made Cold gray sand greeted me Like a lonely desert The horizon seeming father away By chance id make it To the edge of a frozen mouth Already so drained of yellow life Ready for the pain, the ice To jolt me awake To open my eyes to this grey sky I would wait Then hear your eerie whispers Calling through the sea The waves swelling, you Would wrap your fingers around my ankles I would breath out in relief A fearful alertness, you were here Your hair in the blue-grey sea foam Your breath, the piercing wind That slapped my cheeks Your salty words, unsatisfying Plugging my ears Until all I hear are your letdowns And fury. The skies would darken, and The swell would become greater Until I open my mouth and scream That I can’t take your bruises And I can’t take my own delusions But you have already started to pour down my lungs Filling me with your ice and confusion And I can see All your doubts And blackness And overflowing emptiness And I almost feel sorry, like I’ve failed you. And I couldn’t help you But I remembered, You drowned me With yourself. -Taylor
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Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 3:03 PM UTC
The sea.
The rocky steps that lead to the sea Were always a problem to climb Always one careful step from a chaotic tumble Into the misty void And once the journey was made Cold gray sand greeted me Like a lonely desert The horizon seeming father away By chance id make it To the edge of a frozen mouth Already so drained of yellow life Ready for the pain, the ice To jolt me awake To open my eyes to this grey sky I would wait Then hear your eerie whispers Calling through the sea The waves swelling, you Would wrap your fingers around my ankles I would breath out in relief A fearful alertness, you were here Your hair in the blue-grey sea foam Your breath, the piercing wind That slapped my cheeks Your salty words, unsatisfying Plugging my ears Until all I hear are your letdowns And fury. The skies would darken, and The swell would become greater Until I open my mouth and scream That I can’t take your bruises And I can’t take my own delusions But you have already started to pour down my lungs Filling me with your ice and confusion And I can see All your doubts And blackness And overflowing emptiness And I almost feel sorry, like I’ve failed you. And I couldn’t help you But I remembered, You drowned me With yourself. -Taylor
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Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 3:03 PM UTC
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