Baylee

Seas

Hold on Moon,

he pleaded to me

with distracted eyes

and distant lips

 

So I held on

but as they say,

not too tightly

 

As a rose held

in grasping, clutching hands

crumbles to worthless shreds

of what it used to be

 

So as I don this pearl necklace

made by the seas of your patience

I remember where I came from

and where I shall return

 

Who I belong to,

and to whom I shall travel

under skies and over mountains

for.

 



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