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  Sep 2018 Shi Em
Cné

if you are the ocean
then I am the mist
that kisses the morning
the way I’d want
to be kissed

if you are the ocean
then anchors aweigh
we'll sail through the evening
and on to the light
the daystar is dawning
we'll keep to the right

like Peter and Wendy
to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever
and touch every shore

if you are the ocean,
come wash me away
to some misty morning
and there we will play

if you are the ocean,
then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures
and places long gone

if you are the ocean
come wash me away
to a place, together we’ll
forever stay...

Shi Em Sep 2018
all these words that
I have left unsaid,
will forever haunt me dead.
  Sep 2018 Shi Em
Semicolon
In the end, even
wilted and withered roses,  
are, well, roses too.
Broken doesn't mean not beautiful;
don't let broken mean not beautiful.

©Semicolon
Shi Em Sep 2018
i never truly minded having
these aches
if it were to mean that my
heart was still beating.
i would still prefer this over
most days where I feel like
my soul has been ****** out
of everything.

so at the very least -
thank you for reminding me that
my soul still resides
in this body that you've left
hanging with nothing to bleed
out but words.
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