My life just took a break from me,
and I'm adrift in a sea of grief;
With waves like my great grandfather's knife,
so sharp there can be no relief.
(They don't make them that sharp anymore,
mainly because it hurts too much.)
My ship, a loyal barrel,
carved from the aftermath of my heart,
has gaps the size of exit wounds,
from wince my life hath depart.
(It vanished so fast,
I never saw it move)
In the morning the sun will rise,
and lay back into the west,
but will it repeat, again and again,
until I am so bless'd?
(where have you gone?
And who have you met along the way?)
Please tell me what you think
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David's right. This is really good.
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this to me seems a lot like something that would be said when 2 people have a deep conversation. those conversations are always great to me
so I guess what I'm saying is..this is great?
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