They have drowned.
His words.
Into the huge water.
Liquid darkness
Seeps over the ink
Severs the link
I have
With him.
They have flotsamed
through...
Distant and faltering as
A satellite shakes his words.
A distant star
That knows where you are..
A call comes through.
Dreams colliding.
Voices smiling.
Words now floating.
Thoughts are gliding
Upon the smooth dark water.
He makes me thirsty
For words.
He make me drink
Him
In.
(c)prettyintelligentprincess
About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
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