Monday, 18 July 2011

And i'll cross oceans, like never before..


I find shelter.
In this way.
Undercover.
Hide away.
Can you hear?
When I say.
I have never.
Felt this way.

Could I be?
Was I there?
It felt so crystal.
In the air.
I still want to drown.
Whenever you leave.
Please teach me gently.
How to breathe.

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