#march10of2015
As I reach for you
time and time again,
you surprise me
with just how
perfect you are.
You're the fleeting
dream in which
I cannot grasp.
You're so close
yet so far away.
And as you blind
my vision, I
don't realize the
damage you inflict
upon me.
And as I leave
the others to
sail by themselves,
your green light
is all I see,
your expensive voice
is all I hear,
your soft lips
are all I taste,
your short-lived love
is all I feel.
As a piercing pain and
a diluted red envelop me,
I reach out to what
I desperately believe in.
And as I sail
to the end of
the world, I
forget my fellow
yet poetic sailor.
Never knowing
the pain I cause
my poor old sport.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
"There are plenty of fish under the ocean."
Wait. Scratch that.
"There are plenty of fish in the aquarium. Why the aquarium you ask? Because there are prettier fish in there than in the ocean. And not all of them bite."
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC