I couldn't think of a name for this one. D;
I wrote it in a few minutes during English today, so if you suddenly die of sucky writing that would be my fault. Oh, and its only three stanzas, of four lines. = twelve lines. Veryshort.
Untitled.
The sun beats passionately on the cold ocean,
Your love is my drug, your fear is my potion
They say it only gets easier, from here on out;
but all i can feel is sheer cold doubt
The sun, clouds, stars, and moon
will radiate so brightly, but only till' noon
The ocean sparkles, and glitters, and gleams
Forever Intently, so it seems
As things get tougher, my will gets weaker
Weaker.. Weaker.. Weaker..
Until that last glimpse of the ocean, takes me back
back to you, where I belong.
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