Reflection of My Will

"This is expressing an emotion that my mind is still confused and debating over"

His love was that of a toiling wild ocean

But, mine was that of a lapping,lazy tide;

I thought that I could manage his motion

With the fake emotions I forged and tied;

His rough waves tormented my simple rhythm

Like a vicuous shark demanding more and more,

My pathetic flow forced to increase wildly

By the fear of losing my longing love;

Reality hit me, Cope? I couldn't

And my frantic current hunted for a door,

Eventhough i want to regret it, I shouldn't,

As her fire incrusted eye meant my sail tore;

Now, his gentle sails can take their blow,

Now, my weak will moors at a pleading low

 

 

Author's Note

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