Oct 2014
Does this really matter anymore,
coming from a passionless former *****.
I speak from the depths of me,
a broken ship cast out to a stormy blue sea.
Holes in my bilge overflowing,
and my sail is barely even showing.
Engulfed by dark salty waters,
sharing space in Davy's locker with my forefathers.
coming from a passionless former *****.
I speak from the depths of me,
a broken ship cast out to a stormy blue sea.
Holes in my bilge overflowing,
and my sail is barely even showing.
Engulfed by dark salty waters,
sharing space in Davy's locker with my forefathers.
This an analogy of my love, and how it is venturing on a broken ship, not valued because it has no value for itself. But I'm changing my self so one day I will cast out to sea in a nice boat.
