Holding the tide

In the waves of the ocean

There is no one else

but us and the notion

Of the birds and the whistling leaves

That crawl into the room 

Where we lay in the sheets

And I drown in the rhyme 

That you paint in my mind

Drawing a line, deep and insane, between

beauty and pain

 

The birds outside these ocean walls

They sing their noisy song

The pressure in my chest, it grows 

As I long for your rhyme,

to enter the body of mine

And then it flows into my veins

And tries to break the chains 

 

We hold the tide

It flows

We fly

Until the moment comes

For us to say

Good bye.

 

◄ on the balcony

Time travels ►

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