To hold a [pen] is to be at war.

Monday, February 16, 2015

I am faint like the wind
That comes and whistles through
The schisms of this jaded daydream 

Like the boat of freedom
Gently sways her way out and 
Into the bejeweled abyss

Held by the sway of waves 
My eternally restless heart
Anchored in the perpetual 
And stubborn core of one
Heavily devoted soul
 

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