a knotted rope thrown, by Lowercasemmmmmm

Lowercasemmmmmm

a knotted rope thrown

Reel me in

If I sink down to the end of this dark

And my toes touch perditions skin

Who will save me as I have saved those

Who’s love shall espy and reel me in

If I fall down to the bottoms canvas

And the grass is mowed above me

Who’s tears if any will dampen pain

Of all who have and whom loved me

(2013)

Its nice to think that someone would toss you a rope if you're drowning. Some people see the splashing water and think you having a great time.

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