When all the hate dissipates
You'll come to see that I relate
Anger is a cover up
For your real emoceans
I'd be willing to take on your tidal waves
Brave the storm
Even though we've been shipwrecked before
There's an island called reality
Where we can agree upon mutual misguided morality
So until that day I'll let the storm rage
I know the fires will die out
Because you're not a volcano
You're a tropical storm that never hits land
Never hurts a soul
I'll take on your tidal waves
And allow you to maroon my lost soul
Where you deem fit
When the anger and rage fade
The fires you feed will cascade by your own doing for you are a storm
And the island you call home
Will never feel quite as warm
YOU ARE READING
I try to look up to the stars when I feel lost, and I am very lost
ПоэзияA collection of mostly sad poems Most of these are raw and unrefined One take or they don't make the grade Usually birthed after 2am
