Wow

So

It's turned out like I thought.

Disappointed. Frustrated. All together, the morale of my mind has been reduced to a minimal amount.

Note/Poem whatevs.

Given up

So everything's right on this side of the planet.
But the plane's going down
And it's close to impossible to land it.

The zeal of our azaleas are broke
Standing on the edge of the water
It's not the water, but the air that chokes

Heavy and thick with thought
As every path I run through in my mind
Winds up with me sleepless and distraught

Cutting up the photos we never took
Walking on the shore and my feet sink into the sand
Wasted out my mind but I'm still feeling shook

Hand in hand with my own hand
As they stay tied behind my back
Taking paths that weren't desired but certainly were planned.

I wish that you would hear me out
But your ears are filled with voices
That are empty, but they mute my shout

Life could be better than it is now
We could have run through loud crowds and clouds
Never questioning where or when or how.

The single set of steps that I leave behind me
Washed away daily by the tide
As my pride dies like a fallen tree.

And as I reach the beach of Dover
My mind is filled by the ebb and flow of woe
As your beauty, like this beach, is over

My feet slip as I climb jagged rocks
Covered in salty water that hasn't come from my eyes
No one helps as the star over my head mocks me

I can see you look as my ship is sinking
My fate sealed as you don't change
The last thing I alive is just standing and thinking

You walk away without a glimmer in your eye
No concern nor do you seem to mind
As a man that loves you is about to die

Gone she is, from the docks so close away
Hopeless, I cross my arms and close my eyes
And pray to heaven, so close, to do what it may.