you,
i cannot be without.
even at our worst times when i wander away,
i never seem to get far because,
you pull me back like the moon guides the waves,
although i thrash and flip,
i always come crashing back into you,
a withered white mess of tears,
because at the end of the day,
where the sky meets the ocean is where our truths lie.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
you,
i cannot be without.
even at our worst times when i wander away,
i never seem to get far because,
you pull me back like the moon guides the waves,
although i thrash and flip,
i always come crashing back into you,
a withered white mess of tears,
because at the end of the day,
where the sky meets the ocean is where our truths lie.
