Here he comes
Love has the exilerating effect of me
He crawled under my skin
and made a shelter for oneself in there
Put music lit up candles brought water
Kept crawling into the depth of my comfort
You kept it in bits
Syncopated silence and sound.
And said its better to keep ourselves in time out
but didnt specify for how long -
Its fine, now at this point I have drowned
plunged in the cold pool, said its gonna be fine,
knew its uncomfortable though it seemed to be good for the mind
it was a 4 am and a bit of sunrise I hoped we'd catch
While you were out there swimming i in here dreaming
i pushed a bit the grit
cant stop me I've got wit
ive never been líke these
so could u be so kind and see me
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