I'm hardly afloat,
All I can feel
And all I can touch,
Is the water.
But I'm starting to get a sinking feeling,
My wind leaves my lungs
As you tighten your grasp.
My heart is what's weighing me down,
An anchor tied to me,
To drag me to the watery depths.
As the sunlight fades,
And as darkness unsues,
I'm surrounded by a complete sea of blue.
What used to be my flotation device,
Is what drags me down.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
I'm hardly afloat,
All I can feel
And all I can touch,
Is the water.
But I'm starting to get a sinking feeling,
My wind leaves my lungs
As you tighten your grasp.
My heart is what's weighing me down,
An anchor tied to me,
To drag me to the watery depths.
As the sunlight fades,
And as darkness unsues,
I'm surrounded by a complete sea of blue.
What used to be my flotation device,
Is what drags me down.
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