Staring blankly into oceanic stars
Searching for my titanic tragedy
Page one of every story
Seems to start off like I'm falling in love
I despise it, these thoughts
Letting cool breezes of comets
Brush through her hair
As if the cosmos aimed
To make her even more heavenly
Page one always seems to say
I can't stop thinking of you
Yet its never the case
I just dont want to stop
I'm an alcoholic to your affection
Growing bored of counting
Every wish I made on shooting stars
It seems I'm writing too much
For too little of a reason
I'll choke on the dream of oxygen
While you drown
Begging for it to leave you
We came from two different worlds
Seems my head floated a little too far
Past the clouds even I knew I should have escaped
While your heart was swimming
On the rim of the deepest trenches
Maybe oneday I'll get tired of writing about you
And your name will disappear into the stars
Like your feelings did at random
I wrote a long letter to someone...here is a poetry form of page one.