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Free Fall
March 20, 2014
It's been three hours already,
And I don't believe that there's been
Even a minute
Where I haven't thought to myself,
"You are mine."
"I am yours."
And I think that I may have been staring into you
For too long.
(Although, I can't really tell)
The lines and shapes on your walls
Are trying to escape the pounding of my heartbeat
(It's the only sound I can hear anymore, can you hear it too?)
Baby,
Your eyes look a lot like an escape
From all the dark noise of the world.
So please,
Love me until I cannot help but fall asleep.
And when I wake up,
I need you to be there.
Showing me how light can often be hidden,
In silence.
© Julia K., Old Tappan, NJ
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