i carry rocks in my pockets
each a shameful badge
of a lost war
the sea beckons and pushes back
beckons and
pushes me back
to shore
it gives me a last chance
to turn back…
before it embraces me to its liquid core.
i carry rocks in my pockets
each a shameful badge
of a lost war
the sea beckons and pushes back
beckons and
pushes me back
to shore
it gives me a last chance
to turn back…
before it embraces me to its liquid core.
When there are Manic days
where hope when not cried for
glimmers slightly,
tinting lightly on the blushing horizon
Reminisce back to those heavenly times:
sweet stretches of blissful sighs.
Remember those moments
those cheery, dazey, redolently, dreamy days.
Wait…what is that?
Oh.
Only a
silly
repression.