Wayward Ghost


Your ship sunk a long time ago. You’re just a wayward ghost who forgot how to row. I was waiting and watching as the bow began to break. I understood the beauty of decay and the nature of give & take. Now you haunt your own seas and you grasp and you reach, for things that will quench your thirst – to dominate and to preach. While your love crashed on rocks and your truth sang out in cries, I was building my raft with wings to save you from your lies. I don’t care if they were directed at me or if I was used as a pawn, I’ll just gather my dignity and let it be drawn. I cannot control the way you feel about the wreck. I only saw the bigger picture of this fascinating trek. A true friend doesn’t control which way the wind blows. They only stand…

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