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Steady water

Poetry By: Paradeyesbird

Written when I was looking at the water of a most lovely river in Amsterdam North.

Submitted:Apr 19, 2014    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The water looks so steady from a distance but looking closer, I see the wrinkles are so chaotic that my eyes can't even follow their movements.
I never seem to really have any freedom and when I try to make it come along, it often makes me scared.
That monster that I fear the most is living deep inside of me all those moments.
Never sleeping, always prepared.
Can I ever be prepared?
He knows me more than anybody in this life will ever do.
That is why sometimes I can't deny that I actually love him too.
With my arms and hands I shove away the sand and grid that the sky is filled with though I still see every eye of every person coming by.
My soul is longing to escape this worn out life.
So this time I take the seat that's most in the back and I won't hear the engine with my earplugs in as you drive.
I look out of the window and don't seem to recognize the view.
It helps that I have never seen you before.
I won't be able to mind if I would notice you are doing something familiar or new.
Only if we stop I really hope that you'll still let me open the door.
Just to hold the man I love the most, who I admire and always will adore.


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