There’s a storm in me
that you never dared seize.
You let me drown,
until I calm down.
You aren’t my sedatives,
you let me go on,
fight my silent battles.
You continued sailing on your boat,
paddling to ride with my waves.
The storm,
I admit,
never stopped me from admiring you.
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Our Own Little World: Between Heart & Mind
PoetryA mixture of poems and snippets. Making this while letting my mind wander while I was outside, staring at the sky while the tree covers half of my view, with my phone and dog named Abby as my company. Let the brain swirls, Fingertips lingers. Waltz...
