The Lonesome island

January 30, 2016

On this island that is in my head I want to see you there with me.

At this point I'm a shipwreck

And you're the lonesome island.

Lines of shipwrecks lie behind me all thinking they found what they'd been searching for.

But the treasure maps lied.

I wish they saw what I see in you.

The map didn't deceive me.

I want you the way the ocean wants the shore.

It's exactly what I got but the one thing I forgot the ocean hits in waves.

We may drift away from each other

but we will always stay with our toes in the sand here on our little island my dear.

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