Lost at sea, The captain realizes he’s has placed himself in this position.
He has the knowledge to navigate himself to land he’s always wished to set foot
But his indecision has led him to float in this abyss of life
Where he’s surrounded with nothing but blue.
The exact one that reminds him of the blue of her eyes
and that hold The blue of her tears.
He recognizes that he could allow That piercing blue to seize the direction of his ship to a Location that would grant
him all he’s ever needed
Or allow himself to take control of the outcome of his next adventure far away from it.
Yet, he remains in the same seat,
Staring at the same blue
As the moon and sun chase their tails
And time ticks the days to when
The mind is consumed by the waves of the blue.
And when that moment arrives,
The captain will regret permitting the blue to anchor his ship in the familiar spot it left him.

We don’t always get what we want. I sit here people watching, and I observe what could’ve been. However, that doesn’t mean this way is any worse. I bought some interesting books and spent my day engulfing myself in the pleasures I used to enjoy. Take me back to a place I knew before. It feels relaxing and euphoric to give myself peace. To feel loved with the views and space I occupy. I am living. And it isn’t with you. That feels like the best part.

Are your thoughts consumed by me,
Even when only your mind is alive as your body rests?
Is the only reason you stay away is
Because you’re afraid to come near again?
For I need know that I am not alone in this
That even though I know longer long for your presence
That I am not the only one constantly reminded by what it felt like
To have you in it

It no longer hurts to not have you around,
But only to imagine you don’t dream about it too sometimes.

Not knowing what she feels
She goes out searching for something
Finding boys to fulfill her longings
But they’re not the same
Filled with confusion
As to why their eyes don’t pierce her soul
With the same familiar care
as the touch she craves.
But they still cause the same ****** response
So why does she have this desire
To stay with the one
That she would never thought to rely on?
When it’s all over
She still messages him
Because she knows he’s there
But that’s not the only reason.
Deep down inside
Her innate want for love
Expands her need to be with him
And he knows this.
Yet she still questions his intentions
She realizes he probably doesn’t feel similar
She still can’t help to ask
Why not just use her like the others?
Unless he touches them like her
She can’t help to think
That their passion is undeniable.
But he still won’t change.
Of course she’s not going to stop either
If she’s ever felt love
She’s knows
It’s this.

You deceive me with your appearance, orange flower.
You're simplistic, yet engulfed by such character.
Your colors echo the brightness of life,
But your heaviness commands
The controlling ways of the winds.

When I kiss him, I see you, orange flower.
I feel the rush of your fiery colors
Filled with mixtures of pinks and yellows
That represent the passion and purity
In which we appear outwardly.

But like you, orange flower,
He possesses the inability
To allow the winds to alter the way
We sway together naturally.
Will you dance with me, orange flower?

I always knew
your eyes were beautifully Blue,
but it wasn't until that moment
that I poured my thoughts out
and we caught each others' existences
in a look
that I truly realized
how soothing it felt
to be staring directly into the same Blue
that made me feel
as if I were surrounded
by the Ocean of my own room.