Read 10:41 PM

sailing

I had a dream that I would have a future with you
We would grow old together
You would whisper sweet nothings into the breeze
And when the wrinkles on my skin were sure as the waves crashing on the shore
You would touch your hand to the crevices in my cheek
And your fingers would go sailing
And you'd get lost in my sea
Too bad my toxic waters
Eventually left you lost at sea
Drowning
You were never strong enough to sail in my sea