There are the days
Where words are insufficient to say
About the thoughts that continue to lay
In the deepest, shallowest depths
Of the oceans that bring about waves
Of the thoughts,
Oh they crash and burn
They toss and turn
They linger,
with a hunger
No amount of medicine can cure
What brought about the allure,
No one can be absolutely sure
She asks, "Am I sick?"
To which no one can be absolutely sure
*Inspired by "Dream of a common language", a valentines gift from J. And "medicine", by Daughter.
*Inspired by "Dream of a common language", a valentines gift from J. And "medicine", by Daughter.
i'm looking forward to more of these (:
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