Every time my heart beats for you now
It tampers with the richter scale
Of anxiety within me.
And provokes the wake of a tidal wave
To swallow it
Within a rip tide of depression
And sweep me out to an emotional ocean
Without a paddle in sight.
I'm too far out
I can only use my hands
To get back to the shore I can't see.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Every time my heart beats for you now
It tampers with the richter scale
Of anxiety within me.
And provokes the wake of a tidal wave
To swallow it
Within a rip tide of depression
And sweep me out to an emotional ocean
Without a paddle in sight.
I'm too far out
I can only use my hands
To get back to the shore I can't see.
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