The sound of thunder
is washing against
a sleepless horizon, again…
And while days
and miles and minutes
and all of the waters of the North Atlantic
separate your body from
lying next to mine,
painting the perfect picture of
soulful symmetry that I’ve been
craving to know for the longest time,
for even half of a fickle moment,
if I can hear your heartbeat against
my ear and feel the warmth of
your body against my back
and the embrace of your arms
wrapped tightly around my frame,
banishing every insecurity from
the corners of my mind…
If I can feel grounded in your presence,
even for just a moment…
And know that I’m not a puppet,
rigged up as a marionette by my own emotions,
strung out on bad dreams and decisions, they’re just
bad schemes that I’ve never learned to fight off,
or dry off from these ******
depressive states soaking into my skin
like dollar store sanitizers, leaving my
skin burning, and my soul yearning to
be clean from the agony that others have
left behind, I just want simple peace of mind,
so that maybe, when the sun isn't shining and the sky is overcast
I don’t start drifting into the past,
and I don’t lose myself again…
If I can feel grounded in your presence,
even just for a moment…
Then maybe...
Just maybe...
The sound of the thunder
washing against the horizon
won’t keep me awake at night…
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
The sound of thunder
is washing against
a sleepless horizon, again…
And while days
and miles and minutes
and all of the waters of the North Atlantic
separate your body from
lying next to mine,
painting the perfect picture of
soulful symmetry that I’ve been
craving to know for the longest time,
for even half of a fickle moment,
if I can hear your heartbeat against
my ear and feel the warmth of
your body against my back
and the embrace of your arms
wrapped tightly around my frame,
banishing every insecurity from
the corners of my mind…
If I can feel grounded in your presence,
even for just a moment…
And know that I’m not a puppet,
rigged up as a marionette by my own emotions,
strung out on bad dreams and decisions, they’re just
bad schemes that I’ve never learned to fight off,
or dry off from these ******
depressive states soaking into my skin
like dollar store sanitizers, leaving my
skin burning, and my soul yearning to
be clean from the agony that others have
left behind, I just want simple peace of mind,
so that maybe, when the sun isn't shining and the sky is overcast
I don’t start drifting into the past,
and I don’t lose myself again…
If I can feel grounded in your presence,
even just for a moment…
Then maybe...
Just maybe...
The sound of the thunder
washing against the horizon
won’t keep me awake at night…
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