Your past brings me pain, I wish it could all be restored, but No one can rewind time.
Every time it stabs me hard in the heart, as it sinks into my stomach.
With each memory comes more pain, my heart aches for days when you tell me
I wish we were both on the same level, that the innocence you once had could come back.
Now I'll never know what those ocean eyes, with once completely clear waters,
Would've looked like untainted, those seemingly clear waters, are now slightly murky,
Someone has kicked up the sand beneath, and stirred up the peaceful waters.
Your velvet name has been shouted by another, louder than I ever could
Oh my beautiful blue boy, with a name made of velvet and eyes made from the ocean,
It's too late isn't it, I dont care, ill wait for you still, and sway in your currents.
YOU ARE READING
memoirs from the soul
PoëzieMy magnificent blue boy, with eyes made from the ocean and a name made from velvet, It's too late for you isn't it, but I will wait still You tell me truths I wish were lies, I lay awake at night My insecurities eating at me.
