Caught In Tide
Im a fool for wanting. An idiot for dreaming
The outskirts of who I am tremble with trepidation.
Save for moments of hope
The waves in the tsunami of this ocean dance we call love
My wishes turn to the deepest colors of rejection and sadness
This is why I chose not to pay attention to the tides and the surfers they bring
But I’m still a fool for wanting. Every mark calling themselves men have fallen in the undertow
Ive conceded to be receded and fall back in with the tide of the molten sand
Yet defiant enough to still shower you with affection
That I know will just fall right back to the earth
And puddle into reservoirs that could one day be called a man again
I’m still naïve enough to crave your ever-drowning presence
Enveloping. Degrading. Suffocatingly sweet.
When all I need is the control not to peer the ocean
And save my eyes from the reflected inferno
I forfeit away the right to refrain from taking a glare
And jumping in with no clothes on
The outskirts of who I am tremble with trepidation.
Save for moments of hope
The waves in the tsunami of this ocean dance we call love
My wishes turn to the deepest colors of rejection and sadness
This is why I chose not to pay attention to the tides and the surfers they bring
But I’m still a fool for wanting. Every mark calling themselves men have fallen in the undertow
Ive conceded to be receded and fall back in with the tide of the molten sand
Yet defiant enough to still shower you with affection
That I know will just fall right back to the earth
And puddle into reservoirs that could one day be called a man again
I’m still naïve enough to crave your ever-drowning presence
Enveloping. Degrading. Suffocatingly sweet.
When all I need is the control not to peer the ocean
And save my eyes from the reflected inferno
I forfeit away the right to refrain from taking a glare
And jumping in with no clothes on