Your hand

puremagicpuremagic Posts: 1,907
edited September 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Your like the ocean sending waves upon waves of thoughts that wash over me, sometimes threatening to drown me but only gently rush bye.

You make me want to step out and get wet, but I'm afraid because the water is so dark.

When you reach out to me your like the rain, you make me lift my face to feel your gentleness. Your words become caresses, so warm to the touch I just wait for more.

Yet, we are like an ocean, always trying to find a beginning and end? And if we find such, will it always be separated by what's in between?

I'm not a strong swimmer, will I always be able to find your hand?
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
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  • Pacomc79Pacomc79 Posts: 9,404
    I'm sure the hand will be there if you reach for it.


    It reminds me of "Breath"

    "If I knew where it was... I would take you there...there's much more to this."
    My Girlfriend said to me..."How many guitars do you need?" and I replied...."How many pairs of shoes do you need?" She got really quiet.
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