--words escape my heart before theres time to wonder
and if im honest
if im really honest
i consider the stops and starts of my breath, the pause and rush of my words i fail to apply to the affected area correctly as if
its some kind of wound
its some kind of hurt that ive been through but
seeing you
its more like being new
and
having life not leave me black and blue
and if its possible to see the ocean and know
what its been through
but it always reaches for high tide again
against
all my honest thoughts
of you.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesi"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." -Jack Kerouac
