Shanty

I want you, but I can't have you, I need you but you're of no use to me, still stuck in my head, but you just won't grab on, soft whispers of your lips grazing sharp thorns of the memories still struggling for air.

Your rickety voice as loud as the false tales of your indecisions that threatens to make hell in our soul.

"Why do our constant words of love, sounds so much like the hate that constantly tears bruised slits to our hearts? ,why do the fears of my consent dig numb holes in my heart? ".

There goes the fallen sheets from the pages of our sheer stories which is still scared of your lonely, but still keeps me your honey turned stale from being so far from its hive.

The hot trails of your love, leaving behind puddles of tears, our cores still so fragile it bleeds like a shaken tree.

Shut out of our minds, we scrape the damp earth like a breathless fish stuck in its head.

"How do the tears flow when you ain't there to show? "She howls like a whining wolf, her shattered heart bleeding droplets of gold like a greasy sweat, that gives little blisters on its impact.

her bag of fate, stuck like a chariot in my backyard, while the grandpa clock on my wall chimes loud cries of her dares.

Still mourning of her gone, her pained presence craved hard like a sugarcane.

Like a blossomed flower, she holds onto her heart of shame, gracing onto the aisle of fame, she tames her beloved crown, still so strong from the hard fall of darkness, that screams false laments of cheers.

Picking up her remains, he stores her into her crumbled castle, where she sets sail for eternity.