Monday, June 24, 2013

you placed all your love in a bottle [quite resembled a 
ship, actually. all wooden bows and tiny parts and
sinkable things.]

sometimes we like to believe that the pieces we set to sea 
will come back someday-
and this time, this time they will work, 
they will be weathered and sturdy 
and amazingly fixed.

deep down, you know that water leaves
[everything a little bit weaker.]

i wouldn't swim in the ocean
i wouldn't paddle through
all those souls.

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