You were the ocean,
I was drawn into you,
but you cant always get where you want to go to.
The pull of the current and the crashing of waves disorientates your mind into so many different directions.
Let me be your life guard,
give me your hand
that I may pull you out of the current
and out from under the break of waves.
Let me carry you to shore and breathe life into your limb body.
Let me warm your ice cold body back to life…
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
