Posted in Poems

Sell

The ocean is a friend of mine
An unforgiving friend
I met her once with a glass of wine
I sat there with a pen
I wrote down everything she said
Oh, the stories she could tell
Quietly, she invited me to her bed
And my head, it went to hell
In a book somewhere, I once had read
That beauty is not to sell
The ocean said that beauty is
And always will be a spell
It will enslave the eyes of others
As if there were no time
Their hearts, it will smother
And their ending, it will prime
So the ocean is a friend
A very old friend of mine
Our story has yet to end
And our minds have yet to die
We remain entrapped together
Trapped in a forgotten time
A time that once reflected
Humanity’s greatest rhyme

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I'm an archaic teen with a genius mind who devotes his time to things you may or may not fathom.

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