The high tides won’t stop rolling in,
Storm clouds are blowing overhead.
Cold wind dances across my skin,
The lightning paints a picture of your silhouette.
Ropes cut, sails unfurl,
And the wind carries me out into the dark.
Carried towards the girl…
I don’t know if I’ll survive,
If I’ll leave this storm alive,
But for you I will try.
Waves will rise and I will fall,
To my feet, for you I’ll crawl,
And though winds may blow,
I’ll grow as I row,
Grow as I row.
Shivers race across my spine,
The wind’s kiss freezes, I just keep you on my mind.
At the end, don’t know what I’ll find,
But I’ll bruise these weary hands so that ours can intertwine.
Wood moans, lanterns burn,
And I wonder if I should not have set sail,
But if this storm leads me to you…
I don’t know if I’ll survive,
If I’ll leave this storm alive,
But for you I will try.
Waves will rise and I will fall,
To my feet, for you I’ll crawl,
And though winds may blow,
I’ll grow as I row,
Grow as I row.
I don’t know if I can stay,
I can’t promise, this boat won’t make it through the night.
But I believe I’ll find a way,
To a land that feels much better,
And I will sail us there together.
I hold hope that I’ll survive,
That I’ll leave this storm alive,
And for you I will try.
Waves will rise and I will fall,
To my feet, for you I’ll crawl,
And though winds may blow,
I’ll grow as I row,
Grow as I row.
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Author:
Joshua Harrison (
Offline) - Published: December 17th, 2020 06:15
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Good read. Stay Safe and Have a Happy Holiday.
I just got on MyPoeticSide a couple of days ago. You actually write poetry, and take the trouble to beat MyPoeticSide away from the damned middle axis it wants to default to, and also find a decent type face. And use your real name.
With words like this your survival is not in doubt and you will be together.
Andy
a wonderful read,
Happy Holidays
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