He takes you on a boat
On a nice day
He seems like one
Who wants to stay
You don't notice
The added negative weight
Till the later half
Of your date
You start to think,
You start to cry
And in the middle of the ocean
He coldly says good bye
Shoved off the boat
You can no longer float
The jerk
Added weight
To your already heavy
Box of hate
It takes forever to resurface
But when you finally do
You still can't figure out
Why he said "We're through"
The cycle continues
But why have you continued
To be so often used
So many times
You've seen down below,
It becomes the most natural
Thing you know
You don't want to leave this time
But never before were you aware
That you can't live
If you don't resurface for air
You decide there's no point
No one on the surface wants to keep you anyway
But your friends don't feel the same
And can't delay
They fill their boxes
Not with hate or sorrow
But with love and compassion
Which will float tomorrow
They pull you up
And soon you can see
There is great beauty
Beyond the sea
You take your dates not to oceans
But to mountains
And they take you
Not to the depths
But to the shallows
Because they respect your fears
And now you understand
How important it is
To fill your box
With things that float
And are no longer scared
To be on a boat
YOU ARE READING
Nonsense night writings
Short StorySo these probably won't make much sense, but they're not supposed to. This is just a bunch of short stories I'm going to write before bed. Please don't expect much of this or judge me for it. I would love to know what my readers enjoy and if you hav...
