Since.. There's 2 hour dose of them each week and 3 hours.
It's quite thrilling, this feeling, let's keep it this way. When was the last time?
I do remember. But it was long ago and its escalation were once what I thought bliss.
But remember me too, I hope you will, maybe just a little bit, a fragment,
Or something about a girl who loves Jane Eyre, or just someone who's obsessed with the regency gentleman Henry Tilney.
When next you're gone, I hope you remember, you've come across someone who loves the sea.
Even though you might not have know that she, she couldn't swim.
The exact imagery I can present you is with what I love, even though, I don't know you enough to.
But I don't think I'll forget what the sea did to me, how it gently reached for (my fingers) when I once stood ashore.
How once, when I looked, its eyes ever upon me, or so it seems.
But it was just a flicker, I think.
And how, it comforted my quietness with
"But that's alright."
And again, it reached for my fingers.
I was mad. I was insane. But those were just reflexes.
I still kept my sanity.
How soon will you be gone, how long shall I keep sane?
Yet don't tell me it is going to be,
That the sea's leaving me.
But, I want to be your friend.
Too Pointless?
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