at 11:47 your breathing
dropped slow
a sandbag underwater
drifting
I could hear the seaweed beneath your chest
my ear against the thin layer of skin
a raft protecting me from those
dark depths full of mystery
and angel fish
I couldn't imagine
diving
then we had that talk
the air was making my fingers stiff
I paced the sidewalk
and you were 20,000 leagues
under the sea
But I know there is a treasure chest
full of books
all hand written
by you
all that emotion, all those thoughts
they have to go somewhere
12:53
When you move to your side
I slide back to
land
my eyes filled with salt
from keeping them open
at your side
that's fine
I like blue
at night --I'm just the buoy
dipping and bobbing
in your arms
dreaming about the day
we can swim to shore and
ring out our shirts
and let the sun
brown our dried out skin
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
at 11:47 your breathing
dropped slow
a sandbag underwater
drifting
I could hear the seaweed beneath your chest
my ear against the thin layer of skin
a raft protecting me from those
dark depths full of mystery
and angel fish
I couldn't imagine
diving
then we had that talk
the air was making my fingers stiff
I paced the sidewalk
and you were 20,000 leagues
under the sea
But I know there is a treasure chest
full of books
all hand written
by you
all that emotion, all those thoughts
they have to go somewhere
12:53
When you move to your side
I slide back to
land
my eyes filled with salt
from keeping them open
at your side
that's fine
I like blue
at night --I'm just the buoy
dipping and bobbing
in your arms
dreaming about the day
we can swim to shore and
ring out our shirts
and let the sun
brown our dried out skin
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