'til it fathom out
Saddened twice,
or maybe fourth.
Here I come again.
Drowning once,
or maybe none.
I might've been drowned ever,
thus the suffocation,
like a siren singing,
melodies as smooth as silk,
too beautiful to resist.
Moon shines dimly a far,
droplets of warmth spread over.
Unrevealed yet crawled.
Perhaps a decade would help,
or an oath would,
'til it fathom out.
or maybe fourth.
Here I come again.
Drowning once,
or maybe none.
I might've been drowned ever,
thus the suffocation,
like a siren singing,
melodies as smooth as silk,
too beautiful to resist.
Moon shines dimly a far,
droplets of warmth spread over.
Unrevealed yet crawled.
Perhaps a decade would help,
or an oath would,
'til it fathom out.
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