I'm deafly afraid
that you never learned to stay a float,
that you will decide to take a swim in an ocean of your own sad tears,
and that I'll be to busy admiring your face in glass reflection of the water,
that the glass might shatter
and we just might drowned.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
I'm deafly afraid
that you never learned to stay a float,
that you will decide to take a swim in an ocean of your own sad tears,
and that I'll be to busy admiring your face in glass reflection of the water,
that the glass might shatter
and we just might drowned.
