your oceans are lakes but mine are puddles
rippling with limited waves of unlimited daydreams you never could and never will break my will to dream
words of beauty and stamina are mutters in iambic pentameter in a world where shakespeare never existed
ambition is usually paired with a fearless heart but, alas, i've said it before; i am a mess of contradictions
the what-could-have-beens between us wet my pillow at night and my demons hear languishing sighs that escape from my lips
you escaped from my lips.
