Friday, September 18, 2015

Poetry scribbles

A ship destined to sink set sail from the harbor, in pursuit of treasure and the open sea. The wind in her sails, it didn't matter if she succeeded or failed. She was where she wanted to be. 


Your depths of emotion are beautiful 
In your eyes, I see the brightest love 
And the darkest pain 
Your despair is overwhelming
Your support is uplifting 
The reality I find in an emotional person is both beautiful and wild 



No comments:

Post a Comment