The saddest thing about
This sadness
Is that you have taken
Everything
From me.
I can't even write
A single good poem
Anymore.
The one thing I thought
I could do
The one thing I thought
I was good at
The one thing I thought
Would always be there...
But I guess I thought
The same thing about you
And I guess I made
The same mistakes I've
Always
Made
Waiting
             Wishing
                           Wondering if you
Would come back
To me.
If you would feel
The same fiery passion in your heart
That burns in mine.
So I guess I'll just sit here
And write bad poetry
And that's all we ever were
Just bad poetry that I tried
Too hard to interpret as good

I can choose to be happy
I can choose to be sad
I can choose to be angry
I can choose to be glad

It’s all up to me
How I choose to feel
I’m in the driver’s seat holding the wheel
I have the choice to turn left or turn right
I can make this day black
Or make it shine bright

It’s all up to me
It has always been
It’s time to start living with gratitude again

Harbour lights beckoning
Like saintly haloed will-o-wisps
Annointing ocean mists

Jaded haunting memories
Come surging down with tidal force
And flood all other thoughts:

    "Weep not for me o' mistress,
     Ever my first love was the sea
     And I love her more than thee"

How oft' those words have plagued me,
How many moons have traced the sky
To fall from high
Reborn to die
And all in vain to answer why
The sea could never save me?

Weary sea-legs greet the dock,
Where once they brought in stoic stance
An end to fair romance

Your eyes were filled with sadness,
Beacons born of hope and kindness
Blinded by my blindness:

    "Weep not for me o' mistress,
     Ever my first love was the sea
     And I love her more than thee"

Stumbling blind from shore to lea,
From tavern, inn and hotel bar,
I search afar
Of ev'ry tar
To ask of all oh where you are
But nowhere can I find thee?

A young man needs adventure,
Yet all I learned from years at sea
Was all I missed of thee

Has time unwound the wounding
Of hasty words once said with zest
With pride and puffed-out chest:

    "Weep not for me o' mistress,
     Ever my first love was the sea
     And I love her more than thee"

With all hope driven from me,
I watched a sailor paint a tale
To taint me pale
As he regailed
Of maiden fair and love that failed
And torment that befell thee

Panic wove itself a wreath
Around my heart and pulling tight
It dragged me through the night

From town to shore I stumbled
And there upon the jagged rocks
Espied your ebon locks:

    "Weep not for me o' mistress,
     Ever my first love was the sea
     And I love her more than thee"

The beauty wrought within thee,
Noble grace and elegant flair
My maiden fair
Beyond compare
With ***** and seaweed in your hair,
What tragedy befell thee?

Translucent as the water,
You turn with sightless eyes to see
And see but thought of me

The sadness and betrayal
Takes harbour in your haunting face
Now anchored in this place:

    "Weep not for me o' mistress,
     Ever my first love was the sea
     And I love her more than thee"

Through years that passed unkindly,
For all my sins of jealous pride
The truth I hide
From thee inside,
My heart and soul with thee reside
And I have always loved thee

The sea I loved has taken
The destined time we had to share
And thee in thy despair

Oh love my love forgive me,
Upon the sea I held so dear
To you alone I swear:

     *Weep not for me o' mistress,
     Ever my first love was the sea
     But my heart belonged to thee