Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Stretched

You say that you are there
When I can only see an ocean
Stretched past the horizon,
Reaching anywhere
But where I am;
Distant waves,
A splash of sound,
Faintly heard,
Lost in the air.
There’s ripples from your voice;
The tide’s forsaken me.

7 comments:

  1. just within the heart and minds reach. luv the yearning nature
    of your poem.

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    1. Oo love this comment! You have the most amazing reviews :-)

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  2. is it too much to ask for someone to feel this way about me? and then fucking write about it? hehe

    it's gorgeous ben.


    lisa

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You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!