She
        Shouldn’t

Be

           Mine

But

        I’m

Glad

              She

Chose

              Me

They say God rested on the seventh day
I find that hard to accept
For we are supposedly created
In a semblance of his image
And upon my own volitions
I seem to revel too far in my creations
For written on me in invisible ink
Are the plethora of words
Depicting my faults
Maybe it isn’t the creation that’s feverish
Perhaps it’s the destruction in its awe
Worn away by the subtle kisses of time

It wasn’t until I was lost out at sea
Under the cotton candy skies
That I realized how lonely the oceans were
It must be why I like it so much
Relating to the lapping tides
As they push farther inland
Searching for something
They can’t seem to grab

Her Smile
Tell A Story
A Glimpse
Of Undying
     Love