make me feel complete, intact
I used to feel invisible
but you changed all of that
You're always in my stream of thoughts
a swollen river overflowing
I carry you with me on this journey
I'll never tire of the unknowing
Where we're going doesn't matter
We are all that might have been
Always everything or nothing
We know not of the inbetween
The impulse is a storm at sea
That tears apart a wooden boat
When it's gone we cling to love
And try to keep ourselves afloat.
2011 © LH
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