In pale blue air
I think of you,
If you were here

Still    /    Again

i'd love a chance
to say some words
to make you leave
and don't ******* come back.

with the sea all around us
water wont calm
waves will be made
through all of us.

no shallow need
can be filled by a storm
cities will break
the waves
that we make

with the surface above us
movement unfelt
floating can't hurt
not waves that were made

click
inhale
sparks are flying
they reign in Hell by
supplying burning sticks,
designed to break,
a temporary fix
no more rain
no more hail
click