I'm almost there...
almost past you.
But I'm not quite there yet, dear.
So as we swim through this ocean,
death awaiting us on both ends,
let me stare at you,
remember you are ahead of me,
until I can finally swim past you,
and realize I should be ahead,
*not behind.
sorry if this is incoherent. i understood it, and thats all that matters. love to hear your thoughts on what you think this poem is saying literally and figuratively. Might do other poems following similar themes and thoughts, water, ocean, swimming, the like. Not really for anyone. but did anyone get the finding nemo reference?
i don't need a man
by miss ***