The Concept of Floating

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I hear the sorrowful creaking of old swings down by the lake. We used to play on them, we’d pretend we were flying. The chains are rusted, the bright yellow seats are now dingy but something about them

I find beautiful

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The sun had almost set over the water when your junked car pulled in. You eyes were sad as you found me sitting on the swings. ‘I wanna go back to yesterday’ I mouthed. The wind began to pick up and it took you

Away without an answer

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I was watching the clouds when you came running down the dock. My feet slipped and we both went down into the dark waters. Panic swelled in my chest, I couldn’t swim. But your arms wrapped around me

And together I learned to float

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Laying under the stars made me feel small and in a way afraid. My frail hands would tremble as my finger tips tried to touch the stars and the planets. Sadly the closet I’ll ever get to reaching heaven

Is the fire fly’s in my clenched fist

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You could get me high with a kiss; leave my mind imploded. Eyes would adjust to the harsh morning light; I’d find myself bare against your sheets. Under the empty pillow beside me there would always

Be an ‘I love you’ note

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