Poems For The Lover And The Loner

Shellfish

I've made my home

found my shell

but Blue Eyes don't let me go

the ocean could never hold all of my tears

yet to be

in the future I can't see.

the past is hazy now

I'll eat my old feelings

in my pretty blue-eyes shell

to clear my mind of old pain

recover, somehow.

leave the windows open

so I can purge my thoughts

but keep the doors closed

fasten all the locks

I have a tendency to sleep walk.

I'll crawl around town

in my well-polished shell-

the deep ocean blue

always reminds me of you

my invisible tears, the sky will soak up

always afraid you'll be gone the next day

I think it's so clear,

but my dear

you haven't even left yet.