This ship had once sailed.
Until the people were impaled.
Until the ships sail,
Was broken by the hail.
People died as they were thrown.
It made me sick to the bone.
The wind that used to blow.
I wish that I could've known.
How do I sleep?
When my mind just keeps.
Reminding me of peeps.
How do I burn?
Where is my next turn?
Is this like a butter churn?
Do you have to pound?
I hate all this sound.
You remind me of a hound.
The king has now been crowned.
Sail,
Sail,
The deadly thing.
Fail,
Fail,
A summer spring.
I'm a hopeless romantic watching over the fire sea.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
