my love for you
is big and grand,
and ocean wide.
I can drown all your
sorrows in my sea,
and cradle you
when you cry
tears that don't fall.
Water can't get wet.
You can walk in from
the shore, toes, shins, knees,
until at last you are past
the depth where you can
stand.
My love is bigger than you,
silly man, silly silly man.
Float with your arms stretched
wide, vulnerable to
sun, to wind, to birds.
I will never drop you.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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