Wasted on love
Splattered across the rocks
Drowning in the sea
Driftwood alone
I dreamt, I spent
All of me
The depths wept
If chivalry existed
I could've slept
Ate from its core
Oxygen in lungs
Breathing in its scent
Not failing or falling
But foot held safely
No stumbling to partake
Only peace at every gate
Wait....wait....wait
KeilaCoateWomack (all rights reserved) December 14, 2012
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