Who gets to be the face next time?

Dent Moses

The universe rests
In my chest
I wish
I were
A fish

 

Because I wouldn't be a man
and a man I am.
Loosely fitted to be
feeling bad for me.
But see there's nothing wrong,
My soul belongs to me.
And all the other souls,
Who gets to be the face next time?

 

You are the sole ruiner of your life.
I love the ocean but,
she doesn't love me.

  • Author: Dent Moses (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 16th, 2017 19:01
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