(i'm going a little overboard with these)

here is THE BIG PICTURE, of the LAST LIVING SOULS
WHERE THE WILD ROSES GROW, we are ALL STRIPPED DOWN.
and oh, BLESS HIS EVER LOVING HEART,
"THE OCEAN DOESN'T WANT ME,"
as he's trying to drown in THE WEEPING SONG;
a DRUNKEN SAILOR in the HOUSE WHERE NOBODY LIVES.

my face is flushed WINE RED
as we remain here like AGED DOLLS
wanting nothing more than to TAKE TO THE SKY,
but STABILITY is what we need now.
I'LL SHOOT THE MOON if it could grant me some peace,
i'm thinking, "I MUST BELONG SOMEWHERE."

a POETIC TRAGEDY,
A ****** OF ONE.
KISS ME, BEFORE DEPARTURE.
WHAT CAN I GIVE YOU?
you're singing AN ODE TO NO ONE.
IT HURTS.