I remembered the times I considered myself as
the beach
Rolling with fine sands along the games of
tempting waves
Playing content with the scorching west as it
fleets to reverse direction
Satisfied with the satisfaction any tourist could
get only to remind me that the stay wont be
long
I remembered the times how i considered myself
a ship
Mightier than Blackpearl, a self-governing rustic
vessel made with no more than flesh and bones,
with no captain no crew, just a bowsprit to
forfend my walls from self-proclaiming buccaneer
whose intentions were solely measured to what
could be measured
I remembered the times i considered myself as
the ocean
Alone in a vast blue of my own,
eons of waiting far ashore of love that suppose
to have been reciprocated long before its given,
long before the sun scorched my brilliant seas
long before one decides to take a dive past the
sleeping monsters hiding far below my folds
