Oct 2015
You can shout...
detest, abhor and loathe
everything we ever had.
I shall listen and caress,
like every violent tide is,
by the shore sand.
Because I understand
your turbulence, your calm,
your patience and alarm
Because at the end of the day,
the sea, the tide and me,
are meant to be...
Because I know,
not think, not believe, not hope,
I know
we are meant to be...
detest, abhor and loathe
everything we ever had.
I shall listen and caress,
like every violent tide is,
by the shore sand.
Because I understand
your turbulence, your calm,
your patience and alarm
Because at the end of the day,
the sea, the tide and me,
are meant to be...
Because I know,
not think, not believe, not hope,
I know
we are meant to be...
Reading poems online is great, but I think we can meet up and listen to poems in poet's voice and sense those raw emotions. Ping me if interested.
