Turbulent Waters

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'm sorry if I've hurt you but I'm drowning.
I'm leaving this home we built in good timing.
The water all around me is rising
and I'm finding myself defining
exactly who I am and who I am not

Submitted: February 09, 2011

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I'm sorry if I've hurt you but I'm drowning.
I'm leaving this home we built in good timing.
The water all around me is rising
and I'm finding myself defining
exactly who I am and who I am not
for the first time, the fear makes me hot
My pulse races and I begin to sweat
as I reach for running thoughts I'll never get
They say sink or swim, you can't have both so you said
so here I am suddenly paddling for shore, away from your bed
There standing along the water's edge
is the magnificent glow and comfort of two familiar faces, leaning on the ledge
comtemplating the jump to meet me half way
because they already know how to swim anyway
and even if we don't make it back to shore
and all our time is spent swimming towards more
maybe we'll learn to back float and appreciate the sky
and maybe I'll never understand why
I've waited so long to enjoy the ride
but either way, there's still a high tide
the water smashes rocks along the floor
discarding all things in it's way, eroding, torn
we run the risk of danger, we're floating in it's turbulant path
but let's help each other find a spot to hold and latch
we run the risk of never pulling ourselves up from the depths
and I may fail, it may be difficult and require a lot of strength
but it's impossible to worry about the time of length
Should she stay on shore, holding a tree and leaning into the wind
or should she jump and fall in love with her best friend?
It's me standing there trying to save myself, the part I left behind
I think I'll dive and risk the pain of time
and love myself for the very first time, treading water
consider myself a best friend again even though trust is harder and harder
and it's you standing next to her, looking down, holding your breath
watching, patiently waiting to reach out a kind hand, reach for whatever's left


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