While you were gone,
I was dreaming fantastic dreams,
that make you seem,
ordinary.
And in these dreams,
So it seems,
I met the ocean deep below,
He grabbed me hold and told me he'd never let me go.
Why choose land when you can have the sea?
I'm just a summer's breeze
Rippling the water occasionally
But he admired my company (that's enough for me)
So I'm diving into the deep dark blue
To the parts of him no one knew
Purely encompassed in wavy conversation
The shivery conversations made of vibrations
*"And I asked myself about the present:
how wide it was,
how deep it was,
how much was mine to keep."*
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
While you were gone,
I was dreaming fantastic dreams,
that make you seem,
ordinary.
And in these dreams,
So it seems,
I met the ocean deep below,
He grabbed me hold and told me he'd never let me go.
Why choose land when you can have the sea?
I'm just a summer's breeze
Rippling the water occasionally
But he admired my company (that's enough for me)
So I'm diving into the deep dark blue
To the parts of him no one knew
Purely encompassed in wavy conversation
The shivery conversations made of vibrations
*"And I asked myself about the present:
how wide it was,
how deep it was,
how much was mine to keep."*
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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