Poorly Drawn


My escape fled

has all a strength.

For you dear I’d

go to any length.

Tears they burn

out me but a blue.

For an ocean you

are in me remove.

I detach morph it

is my consequence

when the warmth

in me commence.

Shall what I paint

turn to mortal pled

my mortal senses

pled unto my head?

For moment have

me then I’m gone.

For my image can

be so poorly drawn.


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