I hide beneath
the ocean's waves;
cursed to always be the tide,
never to be the moon.

I want you to make a mess of me
Throw your love on my body
And watch me fall to pieces right before you
Like you did when we were in highschool

Through this
My heart has grown big enough for the both of us
And even though your soul is off wandering
Your heart always finds its way back to the one who loves and knows you best

Me

A pace four evergreens
Falling off events precipice
Lumberjacks don't wear hair
under hat stacks
greying hay barn charmed
now unarmed
paper made miles
into tree farms

The woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke
As rice is cooked on ******* and carried to the fields;
Over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret,
And mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees....
I have learned to watch in peace the mountain morningglories,
To eat split dewy sunflower-seeds under a bough of pine,
To yield the post of honour to any boor at all....
Why should I frighten sea gulls, even with a thought?

Of ***** friends I've had but seven,
Despite my years are ripe;
I hope they're now enjoying Heaven,
Although they're not the type;
Nor, candidly, no more am I,
Though overdue to die.

For looking back I see that they
Were weak and wasteful men;
They loved a sultry jest alway,
And women now and then.
They smoked and gambled, ****** and swore,
--Yet no one was a bore.

'Tis strange I took to lads like these,
On whom the good should frown;
Yet all with poetry would please
To wash his wassail down;
Their temples touched the starry way,
But O what feet of clay!

Well, all are dust, of fame bereft;
They bore a cruel cross,
And I, the canny one, am left,--
Yet as I grieve their loss,
I deem, because they loved me well,
They'll welcome me in Hell.