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Adrift on a Lonely Sea

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


She’d cast him adrift,

on a lonely sea.

Alone and so blue,

like a drowning man,

thrown into the sea.

He’d thought love had come his way,

trusting everything she’d say.

Then it turned about

and all she told were lies.

As cold and cruel,

as fickle she could be,

until his anger,

turned to sorrow.

No matter what she’d done,

his heart was another thing,

it was beating to a different drum.

Oh, she’d begged to stay,

begged that now she’d change.

He was no longer a believer,

pulling slivers out of his heart,

one by one.

As the door on love closed,

in his nightmares he’d see,

himself adrift upon a lonely sea.

Alone with long nights ahead,

no longer believing,

what any woman said.

A heart so full of sorrow,

that he might as well have been,

a castaway on a desert island,

far from the world

and far away from love.

His eyes no longer bright,

but his heart was slowly mending.

With the door to love closed,

he could now start to think.

Words of love,

were only words,

like so many petals,

blown by the wind.

It took plenty of kisses

and special looks,

to make him a believer in love,

if that special someone,

came along.

For now he would just float,

upon his lonely sea,

seeking the peace he needed,

until a true love,

came his way.

© 2016 Gypsy Rose Lee

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