Pull Me Under.
There is a boat. It is gray, chipped paint. It feels cold against my skin and the grain is the same shade as the sky. I shiver in the night. There is no light, there is no sound, there is only the sea. And there's a girl who stands on the waves, tears of silver dripping down her face. She calls for me... screams out my name. Whispering the entire time. And so I stand, and so I reach. But my little boat gives out beneath me. I tumble into the sea.And when I wake up, it feels like the water is still in my lungs.
On Saturday, February 13, 2010 at 7:56 PM
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