Waves, like hands comforting the dry rocks.
My stone cold heart.
He promised me to always be my wave.
Everytime I'm about to dry out he's there.
Washing away all fear.
When I'm about to suffocate, he changes direction.
Allowing me to breathe.
Exposing me to the sun.
Like clockwork he's there again, soaking me.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
Waves, like hands comforting the dry rocks.
My stone cold heart.
He promised me to always be my wave.
Everytime I'm about to dry out he's there.
Washing away all fear.
When I'm about to suffocate, he changes direction.
Allowing me to breathe.
Exposing me to the sun.
Like clockwork he's there again, soaking me.
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