Start sailing
On the hollowness, of my feeble mind.
It has become your kind
In the drowning of a thousand more
In the depression, you do adore.
I wilt love like too much to give
Water upon the tulip.
Leave me to awaken this drear
To again, come near
That you may kiss the future away
From the shores where I may
Lift you up to see
Something better than me.
I have fallen as the angel who will not rebel
Against his own God,
For my Lord is a cold one
As I have been sent deeper than Hell.
Would you kiss,
Or merely miss
One whose eyes cast terrible shorelines
The waves that will continually cake
Circles around the lids,
Like swerving currents, leaving its trace
To make me bleed out the ocean?
I attempt, as I do,
To hang from the stars
To cease myself from the sip of wine,
The sip of bitterness
That is loosened upon my lips.
They were the ones you had kissed
With beauty to your sight,
Though it had been a feebleness.
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Lovely word use!
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Thanks! 🙂
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