p o e t r y

75

you were a sinking ship

 in between the touch of her fingertips

 a loyal captain who went down with his ship

so time went on 

and I told myself to forget about you

it must of been months till you washed up upon

this sleepy town of ours 

the same town

 we used to talk about running away from

the one I can't get out of 

and the one you keep coming back to 

a/n

it's a blur between running away and falling in love or maybe both