The Daily chores have been completed for today~So much disarray, as I look around I close my eyes
The bedroom door is closed for the evening charge
For in our world you may not invite
It’s a private picture of a train derailed
So many pieces of coal splayed along the route
I’d rather not disclose the largeness of my mess
But let me paint this picture insteadHis arms lay crossed, his legs meshed tight
He will not open up, to give me this sight.
I have opened my soul, for him to sailEven though with the wind that hovers above him
He lays anchored down.
Watching our misty auras, fight to take sail,
departure takes opposite directions in our lives
as I seek out towards the oceans edge,to drown in the depths
so that I maybe swallowed up whole
It would be much eaiser to swallow then this ocean between us.