Tuesday, July 14, 2015

At Sea

Keep it locked and inside
But if I can't breathe I'll die
I may sometimes exaggerate
It's all passion I dissipate
Throwing these words around
Beacons of me to be found
I refuse complete silence
Coming out blaring sirens
Write it out over here
Feelings nobody wants to hear
No ones cup of tea
Too much of all of me
Still though a work in progress
For my wicked no rest
There is no need to read
These thoughts may mislead
But it's all me you see
It is how I feel at sea

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