Saturday, December 1, 2012

Into What

Fifteen miles out, the ocean is glimmering
Call me, and I will soon carry us away
No questions need be asked
We need no rhyme nor reason

Escapade, speak those words together
You don't have to fall into nothing
I'll seek out a journey for us to embark upon
While you seek to fill the void of a quiet moment

Chasing the star-studded sky
Will our guide be forged out of thin air?
Painful names repeated in my head
Two comrades, experiencing our hardships

Why don't we try to fight? Make sense of it all?
I reword my sentences again and again
But nothing comes out correctly
Hearts broken, thoughts stilled, words stifled

If eyes were the windows to the soul...



-Argentia







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