Salinity is the oar of my lungs,
as I crawl with busted knees and
drag my legs across the bottom of the sea
onto an island of your heart of night.
My pale feet embalmed in your grainy shore
colouring it maroon.
Your violet light shining through my darkness.
You are my rebirth even after I've died a million times.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
Salinity is the oar of my lungs,
as I crawl with busted knees and
drag my legs across the bottom of the sea
onto an island of your heart of night.
My pale feet embalmed in your grainy shore
colouring it maroon.
Your violet light shining through my darkness.
You are my rebirth even after I've died a million times.
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