Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

Your Ship Sunk Within My Arms

Your Ship Sunk Within My Arms

My heart was an anchor

that kept you atop the sea,

rooted in the wake of chaos

as the tempests surrounded me.

My heart was too heavy,

rusted, and wrought with age,

to keep you afloat for so long

as the wars continued to wage.

Lightening split your sails,

and thunder tore them apart.

Your ship sunk within my arms,

and I knew I had claimed your heart.

The stars fell that very night,

when I claimed you within a wave.

And with salty, tumultuous tears,

I wondered if you could ever be saved.