Underneath the surface I'm floating.
Sorry I can't hear you I'm too busy swimming in my thoughts, and when I listen you sound like you're gargling salt water.
I'm underneath the surface where you can't find me, but you insist that we go hiking.
Sometimes I dive just to see if I can touch the bottom, or if I'll be crushed under the pressure before reaching it.
*snaps
ReplyDeleteyou should read this in that class we share but i won't say because i don't want to give you away
love your poems and you
bless your face
WOOOOOOOOAH THIS IS AMAZING
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