Land to land we call our battle cries, taking what is not ours and leaving nothing behind, that smile on your face I fear you think you cannot die, oh my dearest love, your still a mortal in my eyes
I ask not what you think of this place before you were mine, you were just a man on the high tide, with no where to run from and no where to hide, I offer my arms open, a safe haven a home but you took what I had and left me cold and alone.
Through the night I knew you ran, a loveless scoundrel of a man, you made off with my heart so cruel and foolish so I cursed you with wars, famine and ruin
So when you are on your wiley seas, hear the wind whisper and in each breeze, hear the songs and sea shanties sung from long ago, I hope you remember that I was never a foe
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My Sea Of Poems
PoetryJust some things I work on not professional in any way shape or form, let me know what you think. These poems are quite personal to me and I do warn you things do get a little deep sometimes.
