A deep sea within you promises of amnesty, fragmented hope pausing on your shores.
And you, you slept peacefully, unaware of the intensity girdling that character God gave to you.
Mermaid! Mermaid! Voices are calling the echo of her unconsciousness.
Hands are touching her powerless, dry, and dehydrated skin.
A prince came screaming on his horse, move, move, make way.
The crowd scattered worrying his anger, he carried her alone towards the deep blue sea.
He whispers in her ears life has arisen before love, and an impossible bond happens once in a lifetime.
Princess it's not your time, it's not my day.
Allow the sea water to cure your bleeding scars.
Maybe faith will enable us to meet under a new sky when love is free.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesiaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .