Senior When you left half of me died inside For we travelled both above and beyond One such pond of hope where upon its each and every surface our reflections replicated our every smile We hiked for miles, til sitting down to squeezed orange atop tea Needless to say, my mothers very own favourite concoction Sipped right there upon our carefree mountain table Which only ever sent a most memorable shiver on up my broken-then-fixed-again spine Later in the evening, and youll remember it well, a charred glass of wine - our very own brew Then, and only then, we knew that everything might just be alright Up all the night, coaxing previously untold stories and jokes from one another Forgetting all of the horrendous cloaks and daggers which sit beneath all of their own accord I need to tell you this more than anything else, you were my fathers favourite person in the whole wide world And now, as it turns out, you are absolutely mine Trust me, I will find you all over again For I stand here, utterly de-robed Upon our lavish mountain-side once more Rather heavily intent on dipping a toe back inside of our ocean pond No longer willing to hide Please, bear with me and try to open up your disheveled eyes just one more time
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 21:52:21 +0000
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