i am here in my head
yet my Soul it still sleeps
in a mossy seabed
waking up each new morning
with dew covered hands
wrapped in cold mists of leftover
words in the sand
rubbing waves from my eyes
gazing up at the sky
asking for reasons why
time for us won't comply
why i grew Love in hues of
his foreign blue high
how i sang him hello
just to swallow goodbye
why i still feel the pull of
his ocean-filled eyes
how his lips drown my mind
in sweet saltwater tides
until deep down a voice speaks -
the smallest of kinds -
with a thought that's so subtle
it might pass me by
_"this is as deep as it grows"_
magic like this can’t be owned
_"this is only a dream"_
i must wake up and go
trust it's all for my growth
maybe next time i will not
make shorelines my home
i'll look inward for more
heal mySelf when i’m sore
realize all is reflecting
my own reservoir
Love can feel like a war
each time bickering more
but it's fighting to prove
_i am all i look for_
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
i am here in my head
yet my Soul it still sleeps
in a mossy seabed
waking up each new morning
with dew covered hands
wrapped in cold mists of leftover
words in the sand
rubbing waves from my eyes
gazing up at the sky
asking for reasons why
time for us won't comply
why i grew Love in hues of
his foreign blue high
how i sang him hello
just to swallow goodbye
why i still feel the pull of
his ocean-filled eyes
how his lips drown my mind
in sweet saltwater tides
until deep down a voice speaks -
the smallest of kinds -
with a thought that's so subtle
it might pass me by
_"this is as deep as it grows"_
magic like this can’t be owned
_"this is only a dream"_
i must wake up and go
trust it's all for my growth
maybe next time i will not
make shorelines my home
i'll look inward for more
heal mySelf when i’m sore
realize all is reflecting
my own reservoir
Love can feel like a war
each time bickering more
but it's fighting to prove
_i am all i look for_
