The Broken Ship

At bay, I see you
Waiting; wondering
Should anyone find me here –
Broken?

The sun sets and the waters orange
I was merely built to handle these waves
All the thrashing around
Left you all stranded

At bay, I see you
Waiting; decaying
Moments alone expecting angels –
Exposed

The sun rises and the waters pink
I was mindlessly deconstructed for scraps
All the thrashing around
Left me stranded

All our adventures
Were worth crashing
Like the waves that crushed us
And the shoreline swept us away


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