if you're the moon
I'm the tide
you'll be full
I will rise
but to this occasion
I have no explanation
my thoughts are never far
from visions of you
but my twisted rope of a mine
distracts from the view
therapy and medication
can not focus the lens
but the threat of losing you
has shed light on what I have to do.
1 comment:
Love is in the air... or hate . I think it's love but maybe not. Umm i don,t know but that was a pretty sweet poemtree. Grazi.
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