I want to sail the aegean sea with you
Cheap wine and candles enough for us two
On a small white boat, just comfortable
Not too expensive, just functional
We ride the waves and hold each other
The sounds of lovers and the boats rutter
We dance to soft sweet sea sounds
We whisper with no one around
The stars are silly they glow and die
But not true lovers, like you and I
We wake up, sit down on the deck
The world is all a horrid mess
But i feel you their and i am unaware
I sit, observe, in my plastic chair
I hear the birds pray for love
They sing so sweetly up above
I lay and bask
In the rains of loss
With an umbrella of love laid across
And in its shade
We lay and lust
We fall in love
And ignore the cost
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
I aligned my pace to the crowd.
I fit in.
It seemed like I had finally found the right lubricant to squeeze into the system I was previously unaware of.
It calmed me, being part of the tide, I rippled and swayed with them.
I would live by them now.
Die by them.
Yet no matter where I went I always had an itching.
An itching that I would lose them.
So I lost me.
So I could keep them.
Soon I was them, and they were me.
The placid rooftop they provided was nice.
The support they gave was good.
The foundation I had laid my very soul upon was well intended.
Not grand, nor regal.
But nice.
Not beyond, or captivating.
But good.
Not lovely, or awe inspiring.
But well intended.
Not what I would like.
But who was I?
I was them.
And they liked it.
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 4:23 AM UTC