I peek around the corner
Of my beloved ship's tall mast
And hide myself behind it
Till the enemy has passed
For Captain Jim Rivera
Has, many a time,
Tried to steal this beautiful
Beloved ship of mine
But behind my nemesis
Walks a quiet sailor
With a face like soft cotton
And hands like folded paper
He edges around my ocean
As if he is afraid
But then he dips his toes in
And soon begins to wade
He steps into my sea
Quiet as a seashell
I stand by and watch him
As the waves begin to swell
Then he looks up, oh
His eyes, deep blue and vibrant
And in an instant, I know
That he must be a pirate
YOU ARE READING
Playground Pirates
PoesíaIf only we could go back in time/ Rewind to the very start/ When we were playing pirates/ Not sinking oceans apart/ -- Cover by @lunaishi
