You and me

are like a swing set 

planted

in the middle of the sea.

The impossibilities 

are endless.

A magical seat 

that sinks a million feet deep,

we 

can pretend to fly, but will never let go

for there are sea monsters lurking below.

But oh, if it could exist

it would be 

so beautiful,

swinging in the sunset

toes dipping in the waves,

alone,

yet utterly safe.

It's a nice dream.

It only hurts when you start to believe.

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