Glistening snow-white tips Polished, sanded, draped with the finest of tapestry silks. Blessed with splendor, splendid splits Crevasses, curves both shallow and steep deep slopes stretching from mountain peaks.
Lustrous caves lurking, smirking as black crows write their prose nose-deep in the blinding snow, with their ***** little paws. Puffin, stay wary of blizzards and storms deafening. Creaking floorboards of ice sheets slip from beneath its tiny red toes no edge to cling to, nor air to latch onto with its wings a red stain left at the bottom of the pit.
Blizzards' lay a new layer of fresh snow covering the deep scars of warmth carved into the mounds of ice splashed with red paint Stained for millennia to come Melancholy; the artist behind the painting.
Hollow breaks in serial layers of ice Seeping black, oozing onto the ocean floor Not floating, bloating, or staying, Drowning.
Inside, etched into the lining, a thousand silent words Melting with each new sunrise, in which ray's they bathe Wash from meaning drop. by.
You see my icy disposition but never questioned Is he as stone-cold as his eyes? Or is it all a lie? I have gotten good at masking all the damage I have gotten good at presenting the perfect package But underneath the visibility, you would see oceans of feelings You see the tip of the iceberg, my ego If you never dive in deep then you'll never truly know Who I am when I am alone or when I feel at home The scars underneath these modest clothes The tender warm waters birthing a rose For my prince charming that can melt my throes Waiting for the day I can really show Who I am without attack
We embarked upon a titanic voyage to a new world. It’s said that behind every great man there's a great woman; But a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. 7 bells rang late that night as our ship stuck fast between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Fingers tapping code, as land lubbers rowed hard pulling for freedom.
Sailors quickly battened down the hatches and stowed away the Riff-raff, for they knew fine words would butter no parsnips here! Some fiddlers on the deck played “Nearer My God to Thee", As the bubbles rose from beneath the sea, come buckle down boys for the devils to pay, come hell or high water he’ll have his pay. Mothers row lubbers row, it's time to leave this place. Ten steel decks split and snap, as they join the *****, and hundreds either shriek or pray; as La dolce vita slowly ebbed away. Mercifully the cacophony descends ever silent, as fifteen hundred souls become neither fish nor flesh, rotting from the head down. Save our souls, save our souls...
you aren't the jack to my rose. you are the iceberg to my titanic because no matter the course i planned to go, you were meant to cross my path, hit me, sink me, and **** everything i was and was supposed to be.
You say I am a diamond In the middle of the ocean Least you know, about me So take caution and precaution For I am an iceberg Steady in my flow Harmless, but dangerous Yet, I mean to glow I shine I welcome I drown I wreck I am plumpy downwards And just a little above the waves So many hollows And yes, I have a cave Within me, I am no one Not a spirit or a living soul No one invited me, to come As I somehow drifted from the pole Alone adrift Alone forever When the sun shines Tears of joy roll down Making my head smaller And I begin to drown Slowly Painfully I am melting I am melting Down ○ ● ○ Exiting this realm into the next, Rising the ocean A level higher...