The disposition.

Moored on your heart

I endured your ocean

of troubled waters.

Waves rising,

tides changing,

the swell all

too consuming.

In the seas of your love

my anchor chain broken

I saw you left stranded

on an island of loneliness

while I just drifted away.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and after awhile, no matter how much we love...they can just break that chain...and have to leave...even if we have regrets...
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks for your words J.