I’ll cry a sea of madness
and break down into
raging thunders for
you,
my darling.
But only if the
masts of your ship sails
in the direction of
the voyeuristic wind
that leads into
the uproar of the waves
that will tear you apart
with my volatile love.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
I’ll cry a sea of madness
and break down into
raging thunders for
you,
my darling.
But only if the
masts of your ship sails
in the direction of
the voyeuristic wind
that leads into
the uproar of the waves
that will tear you apart
with my volatile love.
