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the sea inside of me lowly waves pound at the ebony night
like a dull ache that throbs in orbital sight
nothing ever seen
only the seven sea
and I give up on knowing
how could our love just fade
like when the darkness dies away
starboards out to dawning's light
and again I am out of sight
as spinnaker screams
she’s tacks in the crest of the waves
her match met, never was love a regret
she whirls in my dreams
fall below as if to drown
a flood in waves of emotion
it is hard to swallow I'm goin down
that position consumes and threatens
in the course of desire
the passion
deep within
torrents surge
they overwhelm
no words can ever portray
the thoughts that were guarded
delusions insecure
only hope could endure
now set sail and retreat like the dawn
leave without a trace
disappear from her existence
...
sometimes love's a sinking ship and you gotta grab a life boat and bail or drown
Much Love
Ashley
Amen,
to that Ashley,
I am afraid it ( the poem) is a bit too cliche' ( as I feel most of my poems are) I can't help it though, I will write as long as I am physically able.
FULL CLICHE AHEAD!
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
:)
try to remembr my love...cliches became cliche for a reason ;) before they were cleche they were just a good idea which fit the situation perfectly!
Much Love
Ashley
Lovely..thx.
Lovely..thx.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thank you
also
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot