A Seafarer’s Return

Sad poems for bad girls

In my mind I drifted past alone

Days spent dreaming of an endless sea

Now that freedom, laid forth and set out

Is bittersweet lost, as I know

Those days built me up to this day

Where I can lie and dream with you

Arm in arm, hand in hand

Through light of moon and darkness pitch

We run from the day and chase the dawn

Escaping pasts never there,

With those who always were,

In a thousand perfect moments,

and one moment more.

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