((written at 9:33AM a long time ago))
a.u.c
I sometimes I wonder if you ever want to talk to me too, but you're this big ship
And I'm just a little sailboat
Oh no
The wind has picked me up again, and I'm gone again
But If I could,
I'd go back to you
Always back to you
Would you stop at the docks to meet me?
Speak- converse once more ?
I wish I could share a warm embrace with you again, but these rocky waters make it hard for this little sail boat to pass through.
•a.u•
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Into The Rabbit Hole, We Go
ŞiirI write to make people feel things. If you ever feel down (or if reading one of my stories makes you feel down) well I don't know what else to say. I've always wanted to publish my short stories and free verse poems. I really don't want to become a...
