Originally posted on Writings of the UnKnown Mr. Taylor:
I see it now as a delusion of a confused mind.
Sailing out on an uncharted sea-
on a decision to follow you-
love blew off without me
on the winds whipping up this storm.
I don’t know how I’ll be.
I’m drowning form her memory.
All I need is a paddle or sails
to get me out of this storming sea.
Though, it is her perfection and beauty
that prevents any of it to become accessible to me;
a mental blockage sinking me on this sea.
I thought I knew what was to be
from sailing out on these waters;
the beginning voyage of two lovers.
But these bruising wave are all I feel and see.
This is all and only my fault.
I let my hope sail me out on this sea.
He commanded the storm winds
and wave surges of the sea
to halt me.
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