she is not the innocence
of the sweet ladies in the water
but the sirens that call to me
beckoning,
never touching
she no longer resembles
the sunset at the ocean
but the violent waves
that tossed the ship
and she is never the sunshine
that guided my mast to shore
but the red light, the fog
that left me wondering
and
lost
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
she is not the innocence
of the sweet ladies in the water
but the sirens that call to me
beckoning,
never touching
she no longer resembles
the sunset at the ocean
but the violent waves
that tossed the ship
and she is never the sunshine
that guided my mast to shore
but the red light, the fog
that left me wondering
and
lost