boats
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Limericks, sonnets, and great epic tales
Flash steadily before my looming view
My fervor while reading, which never fails
Brings delight and joy from stories anew.
Voyaged to whereabouts both near and far
Three pills a day for the rest of my life
Is what I need for my mind to be normal.
There is nothing wrong with that, I know
But some days
I choke
On what feels like the Titanic stuck in my throat
Boats.
My thoughts float as easily as they do through the water,
Leaving me to wonder what it would've been like had you stayed.
Would we have played, long hours at the lake?
A boat breaks down with every crash of the ocean's waves The salt is a catalyst carving in the wood, Small and detailed caves Sail is ripped and battered the treasures of the boat in the water they are scattered
The Sea is a Bliss,
As the Sun Offers a Kiss.
The Blowing of a Strong Gale,
Fills My Sail.
A boat's job is to sail. When a boy dreams of being a pirate, Stealthy, Stealing, Slashing at unseen foes. That boat is made for him. When a girl is fishing with her Grandpa, Casting, Catching, Cursing as the fish gets away.
