Sunday, June 26, 2011
I gazed out over the crazy sea in halves,
Faint breezes witnessed me as well,
Inner youth was a commodity, in surplus.
But she marries the wrong man, in this stand
Called understanding, so take him in where they begin.
Utterly comforted as the sun, it was gazing and stargazing,
Openly committing folly under the sun and stars,
Like a world of men and women in unity.
Carnage planned children from the start,
Stretching the limbs of madmen and sanity.
Filled with pain and bliss, the madness of a person
Is so laughable and so tame, you will be in tears.
She felt the youth of her soul in a period of doubt,
But the madmen have approached her and taken lives.