Passing ships
Shrignold & Warren DHMIS ship
O, thank this endless, rotten sea
The devil red moon
That burns into my heart like the midnight sun,
I can’t seem to sleep, my endless love,
I can’t seem to dream.
The sky is the sea, and I find myself dancing in it,
That nagging somnolent desire toying with my will to
Navigate the way back into your heart.
My fevers for you are endless,
I need you as much as I need the sea,
As I need the salty whipped air,
Calculating it’s plan to move the tide,
To destroy me.
Please don’t let this happen,
Oh no, God no,
Did our last fervent, pulling affection
Sink into the briny deep!!
You can’t be just a passing ship
Our candle’s deep flame extinguished,
Like you don’t know me,
Like I’m nothing.
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Made me think of several different times of love or friendship that wasn't. Beautiful ♥️
The imagery of a sad unattainable love poetry , nicely done 👍
We have met the momentary need, then, when the immediate crisis has passed, when that vacancy has been filled, we find ourselves ghosted, empty & alone. We have become a commodity, like a natural resource pulled from the earth to be used however they want, then discarded, leaving not only a hole in the ground but a pile of trash as well where our heart used to be.
Ah those last lines tugged on my heartstrings!!