All I'd ever wanted was the hold of your hand
All I'd ever wanted was the grit of the sand
I didn't really care if the ocean would try and drown me
As long as someone was there to throw the anchor at me
Even if the chains cut my hands
I'll have something to pull me up so I can choke on the sand
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Pink
Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
