Apologies on the locale. We weren't meant to be here.
Elsewhere was our heart's destination.
First setting sail in our ship under an Angelic, late night November Moon.
A kiss raised the anchors. On our way. Drifting off over an alluring ocean; love filled.
This ship; fastest and strongest in my fleet.
Terrible of a Captain had I become.
Losing sight of a bright star; a guide by night.
Battling bombarding tides; tidal waves of emotions.
Storms splintered, cracked our perfect ship.
Powerless against the forces.
Severed in half. Sunken under waters, as if it was called
Titanic.
About the Creator
Dylan S
I am an inspiring writer. I have always enjoyed writing with pen and paper. Jotting down my thoughts and my own constructs of reality and make-believe, and bringing them into the world. I enjoy writing and would love to get paid doing it.
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