The Atlas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
the antithesis of grief is joy...

Submitted: April 13, 2012

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Do I remember what it felt like in that secured, beautiful part of you?

The place where you love from, and even allow yourself love in return.

The place where you know its real and true.

Of course I do...I am still in here, waiting...

I know that you are having a hard time finding your way back

And I would tell you if only I could

But the vanes cut my tongue, can't sing nor speak,

Don't ever wonder, my promises to you I keep.

To give you joy where you have sorrow

Laughter where there were tears,

Smelted love, where you thought there was no tomorrow,

Even rocky waters are bliss when charted by two.

Brave the depths to come back for me

It's worth it. We are worth it.

I don't want to be lost and remembered.

I want to be found....but not by just anyone.

Only you.


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