I can see your fingers snatching at the surface,
And, I’m holding out my hand.
I can see your face and your silent screams,
And, I’m waiting, with my arm outstretched.
My feet are planted and my heart is set
To never leave this spot,
Because, I see you flailing & your burbles of wailing,
But, I’ve been placed here to stand and wait.
Stop screaming.
You’re dreaming.
Grab hold.
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 9:52 PM UTC
I can see your fingers snatching at the surface,
And, I’m holding out my hand.
I can see your face and your silent screams,
And, I’m waiting, with my arm outstretched.
My feet are planted and my heart is set
To never leave this spot,
Because, I see you flailing & your burbles of wailing,
But, I’ve been placed here to stand and wait.
Stop screaming.
You’re dreaming.
Grab hold.
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