A_Perfect_Sonnet
06-17-2005, 09:57 AM
Ben Stivers
6/17/05
A Captain's Oath
Here's to you,
And when ever my ship breaks through this storm,
I'll toast to you instead of my safety.
In the passing of the hours,
I'm not the one who is pretending it's not over,
Looking at myself through a stained glass window.
How jaded it makes you seem,
A slight shade of red darling.
When your palor has disappeared,
Here's to us.
I left the deck before the first waves hit.
I left the deck before it broke my men.
Now I'm writing this on a cannon ball,
It's going down with the ship.
I'll surrender so much, but keep it quiet.
6/17/05
A Captain's Oath
Here's to you,
And when ever my ship breaks through this storm,
I'll toast to you instead of my safety.
In the passing of the hours,
I'm not the one who is pretending it's not over,
Looking at myself through a stained glass window.
How jaded it makes you seem,
A slight shade of red darling.
When your palor has disappeared,
Here's to us.
I left the deck before the first waves hit.
I left the deck before it broke my men.
Now I'm writing this on a cannon ball,
It's going down with the ship.
I'll surrender so much, but keep it quiet.