New Ocean

It’s a hopeless fancy, to believe in the soothing current of another’s arms when none around you understand your need to drown into something beautiful * Yet the tickling whisper in your ears Suggests that perhaps some remnant of the past may live on And be found somewhere distant in the future That dawn may…

Amused

How adorable, That you believe you can grasp the extent of my insanity If even you can be fooled, Then how do I know the distance between myself and the barrier placed upon me? The thought of leaving you confounded with the truth amuses me Perhaps some place remains in the wilderness Where one such…

What you might be thinking

Has my smile crossed your path? I must have lost it down some long avenue And grown acquainted with this seering guilt instead * Where have the memories flown off to? I think I may have pushed the wrong lever And flushed them down the drain by mistake * Where is the passion gone? The…