Poetry · Writing

lake of mine;

i need you-

i don’t understand why that is so hard to admit,

i am someone who won’t ask for help

even when everything is flooded and i’ve lost an oar

and when no one else is coming or can even see the water

you; but with you, you i need around,

the feel of your hands on mine

leaves a chill down my spine

the soft voice echoing, saying everything will be alright

lips on my ear, everything will be alright

you are the other oar when i am drowning

when the day is beautiful;

and the day is ours to enjoy

and i am never drowning

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