I don’t even know what I’m hoping for

slipping through my fingers

shells and bones in a graveyard paradise

I’ve never known how long

to hold on


but we swam with the horses

and you told me I was funny

I stared at you

and never looked away


who will pull me out

I’m sinking

going down so quietly

I won’t wake a soul


a hand will reach out

it won’t be yours or mine

then you’ll let go of the doorknob,

I’ll take off the shirt


and we’ll be on top of different mountains

with a river of a thousand stories running inbetween us



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