What an evil hand it is that directs me into your arms,
what a blackened soul it must be to laugh as i lay upon your breast,
and such a horrid sensation is this desire of mine to want this.
There was once a wave, that dragged me off my raft,
a wave that took me under, that took my breath,
that bruised and cut me upon the ocean floor,
that delivered me exhausted to this island,
where i found you all waiting,
with the fear of the ocean gone,
we can now wade out together,
into this deep blue life,
no longer stranded,
but together upon these perfect white shores.
That grey devil in the mirror is starved of love,
as my reflection becomes clearly more my own,
so i think to myself, it may be time to let the old devil go,
and to become myself once more,
with no reflection,
just the substance of a full heart.
As the blue skies of yesterday have faded back to grey,
and today the morning is longer than most,
the sweet memories of a day on the green fill my thoughts,
as i lift my head and step out once again into this city,
todays grey city,
and yesterdays blue.
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