You’re the boat.
I am the dangerous unforgiving sea.
But, I would like to be the safe harbor, lying as your only sanctuary.
I am the lobsterman that scuffs the deck of your boat.
Though I want to be the Lobsterman’s wife in which he names his boat after
I am the secret love letter in you locker.
Though I wish you wrote me a secret love letter
I am the aching space you ache for…
Yet, I ache for you more.
I am the girl who sleeps alone
I am the girl who pretends you sleep next to me.
I know that you will never know,
That more than anything I want you to be my boat.
2nd photo from: http://rose-coloured-rain.blogspot.com
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