Under

Published November 4, 2009 Poetry , Uncategorized Leave a Comment

sometimes, I wonder
When you go under,
will you be the same
when you rise?

I sit here silently
dying on the inside
just to let you know
how I feel.

I want to be there
since I want you so
and deep down I know

That you want me the same.

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