To need,
To hold,
To be,
The ice,
The fire,
The sea,
Movement in the masses,
Frozen into solids,
With no one leaking out,
Eyes stopped from their wandering,
Your mind is slowly longing,
To understand about,
Inexplicable silence,
Eyes violent,
Tides now so high!
The way your hand will always grasp,
And not for me -
But a way to say goodbye.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
To need,
To hold,
To be,
The ice,
The fire,
The sea,
Movement in the masses,
Frozen into solids,
With no one leaking out,
Eyes stopped from their wandering,
Your mind is slowly longing,
To understand about,
Inexplicable silence,
Eyes violent,
Tides now so high!
The way your hand will always grasp,
And not for me -
But a way to say goodbye.
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