You were a boat.
strong.
steady.
solid.
cutting through the raging sea.
And I was a sail.
flimsy.
delicate.
paper thin.
A whisper lost in the cold wind.
But then I realized,
that you needed me,
more than I needed you.
I was powerful,
I am in control of you.
I guide where you turn,
I guide whether or not you crash and burn.
You are a boat.
strong.
steady.
solid.
But I am a sail.
And I control whether or not you fail.
YOU ARE READING
Oleander-COMPLETED
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*
