Now all of emotion-
seem to be off duty
Sick of onward motion;
and things not set in motion
I'm growing cold; and frozen
so void of my apparent motion
_But stay on duty._
Put myself on promotion;
free of living in Death's duty
Putting my self will in a glove;
then going on grips in self-love
Its handwoven, and interwoven
_Worthen of a ruby._
With abreast of pride on chest;
all of my heart has know cruelty
But I learnt how to see beauty,
and tying closely to it's devotion
_With faith in me._
Some of which, stressful days
will move best in slow motion;
Best of times go in a moment,
so I've come to the conclusion,
_I'm just an Ocean._
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 5:13 AM UTC
Now all of emotion-
seem to be off duty
Sick of onward motion;
and things not set in motion
I'm growing cold; and frozen
so void of my apparent motion
_But stay on duty._
Put myself on promotion;
free of living in Death's duty
Putting my self will in a glove;
then going on grips in self-love
Its handwoven, and interwoven
_Worthen of a ruby._
With abreast of pride on chest;
all of my heart has know cruelty
But I learnt how to see beauty,
and tying closely to it's devotion
_With faith in me._
Some of which, stressful days
will move best in slow motion;
Best of times go in a moment,
so I've come to the conclusion,
_I'm just an Ocean._
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