as the tide water ebbs
to the edge of the sea
the sand soaks some of the water in,
taking time
yet no minutes on the clock.
to express love and warmth
the things most important
suffocating us with chloroform
never seeing what is true
due to what they've done to you.
knocked you out when all you knew
was the dearest secrets that you kept
the bottles with notes
all rolled up inside
floated out to sea
matching up with this tide.
the tide of time
it passes so quick.
and you sit on your boat
staring at the watch 'round her wrist,
the arms rotating
spinning
intoxicating.
intoxicating your brain, filling your needs
for new information
is just what you need.
so you watch her smile
joy fills your chest
while the other one laughs
and lets your heart sink
your heart takes trip to the bottom of the ocean
an eternity to be spent
but not all the time,
it's hard to tell
if it is a fake smile they sell.
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Thơ cathis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
