I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
I see you there helpless, In this sea you are a defect. Legs flailing, eyes wide, no help to reject. I should look for love, but,
By Megabout a year ago in Poets
I loved the idea of you, A shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold. Seeing the same face every morning, Fantasizing about making a home and growing old.
Something to drown in, A wet blanket for the earth, The comfort of blue.