Whenever I see
her tears,
It's time to dive right in,
and I'm already drowning
sinking to the ocean floor of her sorrow,
believing I could've prevented her river from flooding the banks, and
throwing my life preservior after her before she had gone overboard.
The switch of the sun is stuck on off,
and the dizzying waves
come crashing over my frail frame
slamming me below the surface.
Haunting stories to never be retold.
Nobody there to carry them
A firey blaze kept you going
then a heart break put out the fire
that's been burning for going on 13 years
And all of sudden,
your tears are bombs
Each one that drops from your war zone eyes,
narrowly missing me
But I'm hanging in there
For you
But that isn't my story. My story is
being the sirens that you could hear coming closer,
but that never actually showed up
at your doorstep,
that one pink leaf that gets flicked off the branch
which once promised hope.
So you uncoil from under the rubble
the foundation of your heart got blasted away
Some of it from your own error.
Unravel the white flag as I finally make out your figure
In all the darkness,
I somehow transform to that beacon
which is something you've been looking
for your whole entire life you've been flung around
Time to grab you,
hold you tight
and wait until the alarms become inaudible
summer after summer,
I layed there in my world,
taking in the fresh air.
And this whole time,
on another world,
held you
your misery,
your destroyed faith,
and the hope you used to treasure.
Everywhere you walk,
was a graveyard,
tombstones and rotted oaks
uprooted from your place on the shore
where you could look out at all those,
And to think..
this whole time,
I was just past the horizon,
searching for you,
trying to be that saving grace
you so desperatley needed.
If only I could wish all your worries away.
Let them become the stars
that shine so bright,
they outshine the moonlight.
Holding you close,
Bringing you back into the world of love and promise and security.
That is my story.
I wouldn't have one
without that first wave rocking me off my feet
falling a thousand feet down to slam into your troubles.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
Whenever I see
her tears,
It's time to dive right in,
and I'm already drowning
sinking to the ocean floor of her sorrow,
believing I could've prevented her river from flooding the banks, and
throwing my life preservior after her before she had gone overboard.
The switch of the sun is stuck on off,
and the dizzying waves
come crashing over my frail frame
slamming me below the surface.
Haunting stories to never be retold.
Nobody there to carry them
A firey blaze kept you going
then a heart break put out the fire
that's been burning for going on 13 years
And all of sudden,
your tears are bombs
Each one that drops from your war zone eyes,
narrowly missing me
But I'm hanging in there
For you
But that isn't my story. My story is
being the sirens that you could hear coming closer,
but that never actually showed up
at your doorstep,
that one pink leaf that gets flicked off the branch
which once promised hope.
So you uncoil from under the rubble
the foundation of your heart got blasted away
Some of it from your own error.
Unravel the white flag as I finally make out your figure
In all the darkness,
I somehow transform to that beacon
which is something you've been looking
for your whole entire life you've been flung around
Time to grab you,
hold you tight
and wait until the alarms become inaudible
summer after summer,
I layed there in my world,
taking in the fresh air.
And this whole time,
on another world,
held you
your misery,
your destroyed faith,
and the hope you used to treasure.
Everywhere you walk,
was a graveyard,
tombstones and rotted oaks
uprooted from your place on the shore
where you could look out at all those,
And to think..
this whole time,
I was just past the horizon,
searching for you,
trying to be that saving grace
you so desperatley needed.
If only I could wish all your worries away.
Let them become the stars
that shine so bright,
they outshine the moonlight.
Holding you close,
Bringing you back into the world of love and promise and security.
That is my story.
I wouldn't have one
without that first wave rocking me off my feet
falling a thousand feet down to slam into your troubles.
school assignment and gift to my best friend for as long as I'm alive.
Thank you for saving me today Tasman.
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