Il Est Écrit


I have been meaning to write.

Not the fluffy white stuff,

Fake clouds and sugar candy

Dreams are made of.

I have been meaning to write

About the torrid storms,

A thousand ships have lost to,

The unstable seas and hide tide

Threatening to drown.

Did I tell you,

I have been meaning to write?

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It’s very hard to be honest to yourself sometimes.