Lost at Sea~A limric it’s a tree

Does a broken heart not bleed tears as real as the ones falling from my eyes?. For it seems this heart of gold and soul of old has felt it’s final blow.

Such treacherous seas be, these whom I’ve tried to please, even begged like a dog…. On my knees,well never more,! will I stain these hands on the tangled sheets and webs of lies. Like a child I have surrounded myself by your scent and flash, a thought of hope began to grow, even of wintery nights and mornings glow years from now, all lost at sea for such treacherous seas they be.

Swallowing whole both you and me.

Benjamin-2018

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