we'll always meet on seas a'storm
with tormented winds of insecurity
I'll always wish for a strong hand
to take the helm or raise the sail.
I'll listen to the sound of water
rushing in my bleeding ears
forever telling me that you and I
are separate shades of polarity.
From time to time I may want you
somehow everyone does.
And, from time to time weakness
causes me to reveal what I suppress.
But must you smirk knowingly
as you rescue me from the waters?
Must your salty fingers shake
my bones and graze my sores?
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