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k a y l a Feb 2022
if my love was an ocean
that was ever-flowing and engulfing
you would’ve been a sailor
who wanted nothing more
than to live on it
i never would’ve guessed you were seasick
you must've been crazy
to want to be swallowed whole
by my love
I wrote this one a bit ago. I've decided to revamp it.
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I used to be a great sailor,
But then I was sea sick,
So I just got retired,
Scared I am of all the ships,
Especially of relationships,
I don't want to **** myself sweetly,
So scared.
HP Poem #1267
©Atul Kaushal
Frank DeRose Mar 2016
I am seasick.
Though I am not sick of the sea,
Or sick because of the sea.
Rather,
I am sick for the sea.

I long for the waves
And their crashing melodies.
I long for the sun
And its ultraviolet ways
Which warm and darken my skin.
I long for the air,
Salty and thick with moisture.

I long for the sea.
The sea that is within you, within me.

I wish I could see
The steady beat of waves in the hidden enclaves of the ribcage
Deep inside.
I long for the warmth of your rays
Which warm and strengthen my heart.
I long for your breath
Hot and sweet on my lips.

I am sick with love for the sea.

I am lovesick.

I am seasick.
glass can Dec 2014
Deep as the motives of an empire,
his chest rises and falls
as quickly as kings through centuries.

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You may be marooned in my bed,
     but of all the boys that have been lost
in the blueish depths left on my neck,
     I'm glad you lingered there

— The End —