Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Numerical Comfort

He sits on his hands
while she sleeps on her feet
theyre making amends
but not making ends meet.

the glare of the sun paints their hair just the same,
a love meant for glory
not so forcefully steeped in pain

if it was going to happen,
the sky would tell us for sure
if shes looking up at it
his eyes are on the floor

the answers the same
the questions never a bore
a love set for sail
but traversing the shore

a little work would settle the tides,
a method of conference 
would lift the prides
of two souls
meant to stay
on track with another
until the end of days.

i love you
were just kids on holiday

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Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
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