The ship that I once felt was mine to keep,
Rode on a song of perfect harmony.
It sank asunder to a depth too deep,
Arresting every note of its beauty.
The deer is shot and wounded on its own,
Doomed to death, he cries out for his mate.
With fear he finds that he is to die lone,
For she has found a deer of better fate.
Into the green I wish that I could stare,
In hope to view how life affects a life.
The grass will grow with or without my air,
Let go, let thrive, before it hits the knife.
She left her mark upon my soul; Im scarred.
Twas troublesome to alter views she starred.
