Tuesday, October 9

That boat has sailed



It took me awhile to realize where I was, where I am
Pockets empty, a void for a heart, swallow my place, there and then
But fear not, maybe rejoice, Im walking quite well from where I began
I swear this was such an unexpected end

Fret not for it doesn't mean a wall
that's for kids with no sense at all
I'm walking quite well,
I'm not waiting for your call

I'm quite well, and it's a might as well
like how you'd just walk pass
does that ring a bell?

So that boat has sailed 
and I't's not sailing back
I dont look the part- It's a matter of fact

But fret not it does not mean a fault
And no more does it feel like a wound and salt
More like hand left empty
A dance by myself
And I waltz with a dream in a corner of  the shelf

I'll call it an idea which bloomed into a truth
The way I trip on my shoelaces made it a spoof
And the cold sweat, from the cold smiles
made it a rumor, and these feelings are proof

Farewell, as well, at least I've left a note
So at least you'll know about the sailing boat

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