A lost soul and a fiery lust
Burning thoughts and a lost cause
Soothing hope to your aching hearts,
Nothing more but minds apart
A flickering hope on this sinking boat
The sailor's pride the lady smote
Dying tones but words unvoiced
The drowning lady retains her poise
Three words said too could save those too
But the lady's pride to say so and 'too'
The sailor's last words under the snarling blue
He whispered 'what am I to you?'
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Hypnosis: Vol I
PoetryA Collection of Poems ********************************************* Love may be a facade. Love may be deceptive. Even now in this state I write of love, I myself may not be in consciousnesses.
