《MY RANDOM POESIES》Ship and Passenger
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I was the ship that you created
in metaphor
You were the passenger
How'd you like the view?
We never cruised
Only spinning circles
on the same ripple
Until you found another ship to deck in
That old night had you grouped
playing truth or dare
Rather that spill in a public share
You whisper to a company
And out of curiousity
A question escaped
from my lips
"She was damaged"
That's how you said it
I could never be fixed
I was sinking
You were sailing
away to another sea
Fastened by the harbor
where grapelines chained
with close boats
They knew all along through an indirect
conversate with a first degree
The water's trickled
just before you hit
the iceberg
The seer didn't elucidate
That you will dwell for long
You're merely a passenger
that comes and go
Halt the blaming game
Still we fell in the same page
I was fabricated this way
And you can never change that
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