venusianbull
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The Widows Walk
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I will hold your hair back when you vomit Hand you tissues when you cry I—ll laugh with you and share your grief Un
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting i
Don't you ever think That when you are away I do not have you in my mind Cradled in my hands Beating with my heart
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I slip a white hand reverently over the calm glass of the water Palm out my fingers gently stroke the surface, breaking
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W hat if i told you under the cool calm exterior there's a passion and desire that burns deep within what if i o
That Space No longer has her name upon it That Face No longer haunts my dreams That Grace No longer stirs my so
see our hands come together in the gloom? i to you, you to me and so we collide seamlessly. there's no secret to the
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He's gone out to sea..
Bonny waves and crashing oars
Hemp ropes and anchors strong.
I walk and walk peering
O'er those white foamed curls
Hearing the gulls cry
Tasting the salt spray on my lips
To mingle with the tears
Walking, ever walking
Hoping to see a bow
Starboard, Aft and Quartermast
Sails and Crows Nest
Cannons and Booms
Winches and Deck
I care not for these things
In my minds eye I see his face
The majesty and might of that
Proud helm receding
My heart taking wing at meeting
That which is familiar as my own skin
So I walk and walk the Widows Walk
Praying for his safe return.