A ocean,
an urge
A waterfall all ready to pour out.
But not a single drop trickles down.
It's all in
drowning
and swimming;
gasping
and breathing ;
emotional
and impulsive.
I am crying words,
but there are no tears.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:14 AM UTC
A ocean,
an urge
A waterfall all ready to pour out.
But not a single drop trickles down.
It's all in
drowning
and swimming;
gasping
and breathing ;
emotional
and impulsive.
I am crying words,
but there are no tears.
My tears are becoming the sea within. My tears are words that I shed.
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