If there's one thing I should match to your eyes, it should be the sky.
The sky holds mysteries and darkness beyond us, yet you are not a mystery.
The sky has no measure, unlike you.
And though you encase tiny galaxies inside yourself, you are not the sky.
You are the sea.
Thrashing against your will, deep, and sunlight does not reach your cold, dark heart.
Waves crash on the shores such as tears fall down your face.
But you hold many treasures, some will remain unknown to I.
Graceful creatures swim in you, and the ugly ones resemble your thoughts.
The sea is seen as love, deep, immeasurable; as I hope I give to you.
YOU ARE READING
not edgar allan poe
Poetrywhat i feel. what i am. what i know. my only escape. here.
