The Girl Who Was The Sea
a poem
There was this girl who all the time had dear others cross her lines she could not understand or see ‘twas because she was the sea her winds were fierce, scenes so serene it didn’t matter where you’d been beware her tides, they’d pull you in make you into you again despite the violence of her storms they’d never fail to make you warm trust was not something passed out 'twas slow earned, well thought out too many sailors come and gone had done the sea far too wrong for petty gains and lesser sums than her fair grace had aught to run still no matter how she raged at those she meant to keep away they would always come to see a home within her gravity something that her power drew for most of us, completely new who wouldn’t wish to make a home in such a special place? they’d come from fucking far and wide just to get a taste to me it seemed no great surprise for all she said, hid in her eyes the truth of great emotion stowed it drew you in, it stole your soul
