hoopyfrood
Bluelighter
In your presence; around you,
Sails have always been high.
Sweeping atop the vibrant waves,
A speckless ship,
A muscle, too.
Beating away, flowing away, pounding.
Nothing slows this boat,
Not even a large gash among the hull
can anger this commodore.
For your smile and your touch,
Keep this organ alfoat.
Pumping away, a minor strain, no matter.
Gash forgotten, contentedness there,
Along comes a storm,
revealing scars and opening them,
rocks gaining along the bow,
this vessel supports a tear.
slowing down, water in, vivacity out.
in the engine comes a flutter,
a pain shoots up the captain's arm,
water flowing in like blood from a wound,
the ship comes to a hault,
with no sound from the rutter.
stopping, oozing, deflating, sinking.
Repair the hull!
Sew the broken pieces back together!
alas, it is too late.
the ship is decending to the depths,
eternal to the ocean's lull.
insignificant, crushed by the abysmal pitch, lifeless.
damned to the floors and rotting away,
Your voice, your beauty,
once the displaced water holding me,
now the weight bearing down upon me.
pressing me where, forever, I stay.
yet somehow,
out of the anguish, dispair, and misery,
ascends desire, need, and hope.
it rises to the top and above the waves,
once again, only to be drown.
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Sails have always been high.
Sweeping atop the vibrant waves,
A speckless ship,
A muscle, too.
Beating away, flowing away, pounding.
Nothing slows this boat,
Not even a large gash among the hull
can anger this commodore.
For your smile and your touch,
Keep this organ alfoat.
Pumping away, a minor strain, no matter.
Gash forgotten, contentedness there,
Along comes a storm,
revealing scars and opening them,
rocks gaining along the bow,
this vessel supports a tear.
slowing down, water in, vivacity out.
in the engine comes a flutter,
a pain shoots up the captain's arm,
water flowing in like blood from a wound,
the ship comes to a hault,
with no sound from the rutter.
stopping, oozing, deflating, sinking.
Repair the hull!
Sew the broken pieces back together!
alas, it is too late.
the ship is decending to the depths,
eternal to the ocean's lull.
insignificant, crushed by the abysmal pitch, lifeless.
damned to the floors and rotting away,
Your voice, your beauty,
once the displaced water holding me,
now the weight bearing down upon me.
pressing me where, forever, I stay.
yet somehow,
out of the anguish, dispair, and misery,
ascends desire, need, and hope.
it rises to the top and above the waves,
once again, only to be drown.
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