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I was drowning [Poem]
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I was drowning [Poem]
af Gæst Fre 15 Apr 2016 - 22:43
It was hard, I was fighting it and I kept fighting to reach the top.
I was doing my best, but I was still drowning.
I was drowning, my longs filled with water. The water forced itself down my throat, no mercy and no love.
The water, so cold yet so beloved. If only it wouldn’t kill me in the end.
Water, water everywhere. I was being suffocated and I loved it.
I loved the feeling, loved being forced down.
All I saw, all I felt and all I wanted; was water.
My water was my beauty
Never had a gaze felt so dangerous, so burning and it was intoxicating.
Beauty she was, beauty she would be and beauty she would have.
Her smile, her gaze and presence.
Never had a beauty been so godlike
If I had ever known of such beauty, if I could ever had known her beauty.
If I had known, maybe I wouldn’t drown and still love it.
If I had known, maybe I wouldn’t have come and I wouldn’t be on the water
A touch, a smile and a kiss even. The pain didn’t mater. To be in the water, it only meant being near her. As long as I felt her, saw her everything else didn’t matter.
She was my water, she was my ending and to be in her arms, was to be in the water
In the end it didn’t really matter if I would drown, because I would get to see her one last time
I was doing my best, but I was still drowning.
I was drowning, my longs filled with water. The water forced itself down my throat, no mercy and no love.
The water, so cold yet so beloved. If only it wouldn’t kill me in the end.
Water, water everywhere. I was being suffocated and I loved it.
I loved the feeling, loved being forced down.
All I saw, all I felt and all I wanted; was water.
My water was my beauty
Never had a gaze felt so dangerous, so burning and it was intoxicating.
Beauty she was, beauty she would be and beauty she would have.
Her smile, her gaze and presence.
Never had a beauty been so godlike
If I had ever known of such beauty, if I could ever had known her beauty.
If I had known, maybe I wouldn’t drown and still love it.
If I had known, maybe I wouldn’t have come and I wouldn’t be on the water
A touch, a smile and a kiss even. The pain didn’t mater. To be in the water, it only meant being near her. As long as I felt her, saw her everything else didn’t matter.
She was my water, she was my ending and to be in her arms, was to be in the water
In the end it didn’t really matter if I would drown, because I would get to see her one last time
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