Toss and turn.
Crash and hiss.
Waves break upon my mind’s own sigh.
I see distortion, of water in senseless motion.
I want to find an oasis,
the peace of pillow and sheets.
To rest and not wander.
Wondering whether I meant anything to you?
It’s rising in my mind.
Will I find a break in the tide?
Pondering my queue of regret, does 1:30’s Captain sail forward or back?
History wakes so I can’t sleep. Missing you.
The idea of you,
seems bigger than my eye shut.
But I’m a princess when you’re a pirate.
My sword, my cuts, sink our hope of steady winds.
Will I find a break from this tide?
I see distortion when words don’t take motion.
It’s bigger than the wind in the sails.
Hair in my eyes, hiding my hunger, my hunger to cut lines.
1:30’s Captain by the water of senseless fortune
I want an oasis!
The peace of pillow and sheets.
I miss you.
One Rabbit Riot 