We all cruise on stormy seas,
hands of Fate, these fragile boats she creates.
Papers on deadly waters,
paper boats destined to sink.
I redesigned mine, 'tis my wish.
Heart and soul, I'll be your sail;
we'd cruise this salty ocean,
hand in hand, together.
I'll be your eyes when yours are tired,
your warmth, your shelter, when there is none;
your compass against the wind's cries.
The cargo, unpermitted, unwanted;
the load you painstakingly carry.
It clings and drags ship to dark territories.
Let me take some, tie them to me even for a while.
I'm here;
together we'll sail against these tides.
Together we'll find shore,
drop the anchor; stop this awful bumpy ride.
My dearest paper boat, sail.
We'll face these waves together.
Heart and soul, I'm here.
No matter what.
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|I'd gladly stay on the ground with you.
You tipped the jar, yet I didn't have the heart to abandon the water that helped me breathe again. It's my home now. I'll stay, for as long as you need me. |
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Spilled Ink
PoetryA piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
