A red sea of bright leaves swirl around my feet
whipping my hair to and fro across my face,
I shiver in the cold but can hardy take note of it.
In the eye of the storm,
in the midst of a hurricane,
All is quiet

If people are like the ocean
Similar to the seven seas
people, of from all unusual places all very hard to please
If you disappoint them
They will leave you on your hands and knees.

But if people are like the ocean,
Moving with the tides
Then why are there lovers, wars and cries
Why are there disagreements, friends and sorrow
Its because people aren’t like the ocean flat and clear
For it’s much to calm
We are more like sea storms, raging at whatever is near.

He could lie,
and say
that the beautiful boy’s
god-forsakenly perfect
curls didn’t make
butterflies
slash
and thrash
in his stomach
every time he threw
that pretty smile
his way,
as every single time
he fumbled to catch it

sweet
little
boy,
who doesn't know
the tears he cries
are
"unmanly"