Friday, 6 December 2013

Love is a lie when not in their hearts, but in their eyes

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The sea was rough with horse waves, rode hard by a cold east wind.

I die...for a ghost watches without judgement. He had come in tears wearing shredded flesh and I gave love. Now he sails and loves only what waits ahead,

So at each shingle roar I mourn the kiss he never felt,