I thought I sank my ship
to think stupid as it's pirate,
not until I found my own whip
t'was blown by the strongest wind.
Will it be beauty or treasure?
I think I'm losing my composure.
I arrived at your beautiful island,
where my goal changed in an instant.
I chose the beautiful islet of yours,
because choosing and being with you,
also means possessing a treasure.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of an Introvert
PoezjaSecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
