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Love
Is when
A ship returns,
Comes home again
Where it was meant to be,
Safe out of the treacherous waters
That sink all those who lose their way
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But…
My love life is the ship that sinks in sight of land,
Aided and abetted by my mutinous crew
Of kindness and honest sensitivity.
And I, the captain with no sailors,
The king without his crown,
Go down with my ship,
Wondering why
It had to be,
And why
Me.
Author notes
Some shape poetry for a change.
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Comments
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This is amazing!!! How did you think of a poem as creative and excellent as this????
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My muse set sail what seems so long ago,
So I set out to search for it,
And this was what I found.
Actually not my best work in my opinion, but I'm glad you like it.
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Omg I absolutely love it!! Awesome boat.. haha
I had to read it a couple times to get it fully, I'm a bit off on my game today with punctuation and this one is just seeping with it!! I love it though, it is a great write with a powerful ending. Way to go yet again!!!
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