I held it back as much as I could and, strong as I am, in breakable I stood but heavy burdens so high, continually, lifting up, held in so long, though I stood strong, had begun to erupt. And in being so strong, I forgot where I belonged but now all me started to bleed. I bled and I wept through all pain kept and I shot out, like a crimson tide free and wide, secrets, memories, confessions spreading, carelessly, across. Though I stood strong and held back for so long my intentions weren't meant to be. My secrets and crimes feelings, with infinate time, got a hold of me. And I shot out. Like a crimson tide, free and wide, emerging in a silent sea.
Wild Tide In A Silent Sea
May 11, 2011