Thus, I bring poetry!
(And I thought that I should post to the community... ^.^
People say that it's good way to get it all out, but I dunno. It's still there.
Slipping past the morning’s glories
Mourning what we cannot be;
Soundless requiems for stories
Swallowed by this silent sea
Tiny rowboats built by Graces
Wear the colors of our thoughts;
Whitewashed like the starving spaces
Where our words begin to rot
Seeping through the pores of sun-up,
Shackled by our poor numb lips,
Swansongs fill the silver grace cup,
Daring us to take a sip
Withered Fates with sharpened scissors
Wait to tear our love to shreds,
Beckoning our boat come hither,
Judging they must cut our threads
I would those strings should never sever,
Endless as this ocean gray,
But if I held those strings forever
They would not weave a word to say...