wait?

love trangles really really stink...especially when all you want is a line

on this little sailboat

losst in an unforgiving sea

the wind stolen from my sails,

confused as i can be

 

winds always return

but which way then will they blow?

do i ready my sails and wait,

or should i begin to row

 

merily i sailed

in the northern bound breeze

should i have known better

then to trust such winds as theese?

 

how no do i get

where i dream to be

not knoing whcih way to row

each path looks the the same to me

 

how long do i stay afloat?

my dreams cary me one way

i feel so alone.

do i stay?

 

so happy when i'm sleeping,

or when i smell the north bound breeze

but here on my boat

i remain steadfast and yet still brought to my knees

 

my heart un dyingly wishes

to stay lost in this wind

to move forward and reach a place

where it forever caresses my skin

Reviews

[Bexers]

This is very emotional. I feel the pain that you are going through. I can never know what my mind wants to do versus my heart and it is just a constant battle.

This was a very well written piece, amazing work! Keep it up!