Beings Made of Stone

That these thoughts have flown

Over the seascape of you;

That which cannot be near can only bring

Longing more painful than the last;

That which can only drown a man

Who lingers on its crystal isles;

That which wills a man to wait

In contempt, in regret and in misery;

That seascape of you over the narrow sea;

A portrait from someone who misses you –

With every tomorrow,

Every someday,

And every forever –

Drowning in that narrow sea.

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About kyogakura
Bored 95% of the time.

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