Saturday, July 26, 2014

Something borrowed

It's an island, your mind.
By the beach of which,
I want to unwind.

I've embarked on this voyage
that takes me to you.
It takes an age.


It's an island, your soul.
By the shores of which,
I want to feel whole.

I've dispatched my heart,
so that it can get to you.
But the wrappings fall apart.

Did you forget to give me the address?
I'm lost at sea.


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