That's Cold - Poem by Thayne Tuason
All I keep seeing is a cold sea (see)
and just the tips of far huger things calved off of even more monumental things
and the floodwaters rise
I cannot get through to the upper decks where there is help
instead of this sure and certain tomb
I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?
Is this correct?
Not so good at keeping it in perspective
but your opulence won't save your soul, on the contrary…
your movies are here today, gone tomorrow
if they are good stories
they will just remake them anyway
and make someone else a star
but yet you still think I've got a thing for Leonardo DiCaprio?
Or that I want to be a star?
Do I idolize you so much I think I am you?
Never were good at relationships or keeping it in perspective
like what it is really ALL ABOUT
like the STORY
obviously even at the end you are still highly delusional in your top hats and coat tails with your fine ball room gowns in the finest of silk who can't stop drinking champagne long enough to put on life jackets and take very real threats to ALL seriously.
To treasure hunters:
A story shall you be given
the jewel you seek
falls to the deep!
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