I thought,
I’d never fall
for loves spell
de novo
Drown ones troubles
I thought
I sealed off
my heart
drown out heartaches
perpetual sting,
Like a bolt from the blue
Yet,
from my peripherals
she’s a vision
her glance pulls me
in like rip tides
Wrong-footed
caught me, off guard
Suddenly,
I am drowning in her
like a rat
de novo
Drown ones sorrows
All I see is him,
like tunnel vision eschewed
He towers over me like a haystack
His imagination,
creates many places
for us to travel
His affection never unravels
Suddenly,
I am drowning in him,
like the shamrock
de novo
Drowning
in a man, who grasps
at the shortest straw,
swearing it’s a needle
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Saroyan Coles
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