as I cling to this fragile shore
broken pieces of driftwood will surface
hollowed out by the effort of travel
and softened by the harsh truth
that when I think of you
at four in the morning
eyes tired lungs heaving
you will be asleep
unaware of the chaos your existence causes
within me
as oceans overlap the land.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC
as I cling to this fragile shore
broken pieces of driftwood will surface
hollowed out by the effort of travel
and softened by the harsh truth
that when I think of you
at four in the morning
eyes tired lungs heaving
you will be asleep
unaware of the chaos your existence causes
within me
as oceans overlap the land.
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