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You Be the Anchor Keeping my Feet on the Ground
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April 2010
My ship has finally decided to stop, never has it felt this way before,
please catch this rowboat, and your hands catch my rope,
let your sand be durable enough, to hold the anchor in place,
for I wish to only stay where you are, and where you go I surely will be.
I fall off my vessel, and end up washed up on your shore,
I felt as if death were closing in, but still I withheld a slither of hope,
made footprints I am sure of it, yet behind me they are all erased,
my eyes and faith have left me, so you are the one I long to use my other four senses for.
You pop up on my horizon, and quickly I begin to see,
we are running opposite directions, yet when I am stationary you cry,
so no matter how pained my knees will be, I will always reach out to you,
all from just one smile of yours, I finally reach your shoulders and pull.
We plant some resolutions on each other, then pause in between,
I stare you in the eyes, my sight returns as beautiful is all I see,
never have I ever felt this warmth, from a person rather than a liquor,
I wish for you to be my port, and be the anchor keeping my feet on the ground.
