Her Sweetness: You guys apparently like the other poem I posted, at least a little. And I'm doing this one because of a conversation I just had with a good (and funny) friend of mine!
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A white light
The water's not blue
And we see what we always were
You are me, I am you
Feelings mix
Time goes on
And we're not breathing
As the rush comes
Freedom lies
Two feet ahead
You turned to me and you said
We go on, into light
When we faded to black
And we see what we were
When we turned back
As the rush comes
No longer whole
Breaking apart
As we were told.
Walk on water
Come back to me
See what happens
When water's freed.
And as the beat drives me away
Come back to this spot
And again I'll say
As the rush comes
We break
Are whole no more
We find it the way
That it was before.