the deep end

September 26, 2011
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He had a hurricane in his head.
Walking towards him, Sh'e swept up in his current,
Choking on sea salt and foam
Saying things she didn't meant to say.
She tries to take them back.

He's paralyzed by her old antics
and drops down like an anchor in the sea.

Trapped inside his storm.
Trapped inside her eyelids when she's alone.

She has a hurricane in his heart.
Someone (please) put her heart at ease.
Cast anchors into her storm.

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