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waves

what do you call

that feeling

when youre cold and you go outside into the warm sun?

when you finally lay in bed after a long day?

when you hear an old song and you still remember all the words?

 

i go back to the day when i felt like it would be my last

when i thought i would stop breathing

until you dragged me out of the ocean-

coughing out what was left

of my heart

cut up little ****** pieces

mangled by a love i thought i deserved

and ridiculously,

i felt hope

it was the first time i realized

that the waves weren't such a bad thing

and if i went with them

i would get to a place better than where they took me from

 

you are my warm sun

you are my bed

you are the song stuck in my head

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Written by
littlepisces
Published
Oct 17, 2014
Lines·Words
21·147
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#love#dying#crying#drowning#lostlove#inlove#waves#breathing#foundlove#nicolequinones
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