He put it down
To the lost and found
His feet had finally
Touched the ground
A little lower
Than when he started
A little humbler
When the waves parted
The salt of tears
The sting of brine
He lost his footing
And found he couldn't swim
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
3 comments:
ahh its great to have your blog back again matt. Some decent poetry to read. . . finally
Btw i like this one.
Thankyee
i likeee this one.
heh. I have been deprived of matty poems. shocking!
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