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Tides of blue...
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the sea inside of me
Like wave’s of bad habit in astonishing degree.
Nothing offers comfort in this inner-city sea.
He drifts far beneath albatross’ enduring dreaminess emptily.
He felt drowned deep by love’s potions.
He dreamt of eternity across yearning oceans.
All that remains upon distant shores of passion.
Gilded emerald tomb enslaved.
As if an irresistible force is silently pulling him to the grave.
Her name is an illustration as his heart is her reflection.
His empty heart fades completely.
Abandoned legacy, lick your wounds.
A torn chart mars his journey.
Undiscovered by the others and left at deserted locations within littoral visions.
Stumble on rounded cobble beneath his unsettled wobbly legs.
Just like all the other troubled reminders of shredded seasons.
Sinking into an unending depth he feels the crushing strain.
Mourning leagues of vanished souls loom without sharing any pain.
Hope falls in censure as wave’s wane.
He knows the night well.
Taste the scent of a sardonic smile.
Storms continue all the while.
Now just a sculpture buried deep.
A path he never chose to loose his love so true.
He sees tears from so long ago like tides of blue...
