Once upon a time
There once lived a swine.
He loved to travel.
Unraveling himself in solemn novel.
Along with a apple.
He'd often babble.
With a book won from raffle,
He'd stand bowleg and baffled.
He'd often tattle
Not meaning to ramble.
Standing bowleg and baffled.
His face a smooth red cackle.
The look on his face outdone.
The zipper on his pants came undone.
Far from the favorite son
Those whom seen would make fun.
Of a swine whom despised bacon kind.
Losing peace of mind.
He soon became unkind.
Confined by bacon kind.
He'd straighten a leather belt
Soon a hand seldom dealt.
Soon a bag of rind.
Some kind of stew, cordon bleu.
With much displeasure.
Read the obituary.
And to think its almost February

No one wants to be crowned "Coward",
But the rusty taste that colors 
your tongue after saying too much,
Is not a flavor one wants to have for dinner, either.

The jump that broke your bones,
For just a second, your mind was intoxicated,
And left the control panel to your heart,
But the aftermath is what shall linger and stay.

Maybe it's not about courage,
Maybe it's more than a closed-eye moment of bluntness,
Maybe you like the interior design of your mind, 
And you want to stay there with no intruders.

I am drowning
in oceans
of emerald,
and blue.
Your eyes,
an abyss of
no return.
I am sinking,
fearlessly,
into an
endless
ocean
of you.