Who will be the sailor
To get lost in your ocean
My eyes a traitor
Within every motion
The ghost of your ocean
Haunts me with restless commotion
Golden rays of sun cover the waves
With which my soul it saves
May I be free
Free of the toil
Of my heart
In desire of getting lost on your ocean
Lost in my storm to find peace in yours
Baby blue skies sit above the golden rays
Above the deep sea
That any sailor could see
Would be divine to flee to
Pale complexion
With which the ghost of you haunts me
But I'd let you haunt me for ages
So I could write more pages
CITEȘTI
Untold Verses (Poetry and Art Book)
PoezieDear reader, These are my poems written on sleepless nights and gloomy days. From love to loss, to stories of random moments in my day. This is my story, I hope you enjoy
