“These currents are still killing me.”

You don’t do it on purpose, but you make me shake; now, I count the hours ‘til you wake.
With your babies breath, breathe symphonies; come on, sweet catastrophe.
Well, maybe this time I can follow through; I can feel complete, stop paying dues.
Stop the rain from falling; keep my ocean calm. This time I know nothing’s wrong.

22/10/09 | 10:13pm | Notes

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