I reached out for your oceanic soul,
Searching for light,
As my lungs went into distress.
You reminded me what my breath meant.
Not only to you,
But to my blood.
You told me I think to many pointless thoughts and that I should just let them go.
Let them be just thoughts and nothing more.
Sometimes I expectorate when I talk,
Because I have so many things to say,
Just no words.
You said I'll never make it here,
If I don't learn how to bend.
A thank you isn't enough,
But my words never are.
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A/N I wrote this poem for Brett Fennell. He writes amazing poetry and is a beautiful person.
His Instagram is: @brettjamesfennell
100000000075385290000000836% recommend checking him out.
