Blake 3h
My love go to your nearest sea,
Once there close your sweet eyes my love.

Then leave your porcelain bones and skin,
Let your elegant precious soul drift over the deep blue sea.

I’ll leave shore too my love,
And my lonely soul will float towards you.

We will meet in the great clouds of blue,
You will have one forbidden touch and I’ll have two sips of your gold.

We just can’t mix my love,
They will know when we get back home.

Just embrace me until the tides pull us away,
I promise we will meet on ground one day.
My Love x
Distance is worst than time. But both play devil games.
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Gasping for breath in a sea of sadness
Terrorized by the lonely howl of fierce winds
Grasping for hands to pull me up, but nobody is there for me
Longing for the feeling of warmth against my cold frail body
Wishing that I would just drown in the salty waters formed by my tears and lost hope
So badly I want this to be over
So badly I want to drown
Maybe there is no land
How can I be sure for
the sea is all I know
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knowing is not important I guess
so for now, I sink,
water damaged.
I want to tell you a word I don't know
I want to share a feeling I cant show
I am far from lost and I will stay with you at any cost
You are my sea and I can be your coast
You are the one I love the most
Simple as that
But shackles under my feet
Pull me into the sea.
The world's most genuine kick-starter.
Unfathomable dreams,
I don't know what they mean.
Perhaps this sea's just shallow water to conquer.
stand and conquer
I don’t know where home is anymore
No cherry blossom trees
Or familiarity,
But a roof over my head
And a fold-out bed.
I’m not the same me
That I was at seventeen,
Scars and the sea
Kept her from me.
I never built any bridges
Just a rope ladder with frayed edges,
So my hands may be splintered
But I’ll make it back for winter.
See I don’t know enough of life,
To try and make this right.
Because this family, in reality,
Might be strangers to me.
And I don’t have the strength
To break again.
I don’t know where home is anymore.
Stars paint poetry,
A sea of reflection,
of our untold stories.
Timothy 3d
In the sea of stars where wishes come true
The night sky painted with white purple and blue
I grasp them and hope to never let go
A silent place with no despair or sorrow

Journey with no care for destination
Only filled with memories of happy occasions
Alas, those stars are far far away
A perfect world where dreams come into play

Look up at the starry night sky
Fantasizing the feeling of wanting to fly
No pain, suffering wound or scars
All of these to be found in the sea of stars
sharing one of my friends poetry. Thank you Ric
I’ve watched you move dust from the earth
With every speck turned into gold;
I’ve watched you sweep the ashes from the hearth
And thus, grief is laden in the mold.

I’ve seen you maneuver a ship on sail
Like a deity between the land and sea;
I’ve seen you move past through the hail
And the trees swayed with their leaves at plea.

I’ve noticed your stillness through the dark
In which it seemed so delightfully right;
I’ve noticed the bareness you left as a mark
When the ambience had turned sour at night.

I’ve recalled your defiance amid the rudiments
In which I found such beauty in nothingness;
I’ve recalled your anticlinal sentiments
Thus, how could one like the breadth less?
Living in a fantasy with me,
Encased within a dream.
Circling the stars just like
We were in the sea.
And soon you will see,
That I cant differentiate between
What's real?
And what's make believe?
Nothing is as it seems;
Eat me, drink me,
Sky high, down low,
Wherever you may go to,
I will follow the maze into the deepest depths of you.
Dreaming
sara 4d
My inbox was always full
but I always made time for you.
Now, time tells me that I'm the fool:
you say you will, you never do.

You said you would, you never did.
Reclining, you could watch me sink
then toss an anchor down to say
you gave your all to keep me safe.

Don't get me wrong, we were both weights;
controlling, insecure, insane.
Like deep-sea diving in the rain,
not knowing it was all in vain.

Practice breathing, slow and steady;
in the ocean, hot and heavy and screaming for a miracle
to help us find our way to shore.

Now, I think it discpicable
that I would move sea, sand, and shoreline,
just to make sure you were mine
-a pretty, washed-up shell resigned.
when you don't know what you're looking for who knows what you might find
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