Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Love is a game you say, having you question yourself constantly whether or not the corner you just turned is leading you astray. 

Left or right, are those the only options you have to take?

Love is not an easy game to play; we all have different things that we crave.

You want it soft like your feet sinking gently into beaches sands when I want to sink my fangs into you in ways you will never understand.

You love the low tide current when I want a high tide current; Wave after wave with no plan.

No sense of time with memories of what came and went.

“This guys’ focus on the ocean is constant.”

A common thought of those that come across the one who calls himself ThoseMeaningfulWords.

I’m not perfect, just a fallen angel labeled as a demon speaking truths that are misunderstood and accused of speaking in tongues that are cursed.

The ocean is mentioned often, an unpredictable forecast of emotion.

As you pray to the skies above to get you safely to land away from these storms you cannot stand I will sink deep into the abyss as your feet sink softly into the shores wet sand.

You take a breath of fresh air as you step foot onto solid land.

You did it, you escaped the storm.
Where to now? 

Not lost nor found, only running from a storm that is helping you explore. 

Signed,
ThoseMeaningfulWords.
Victor “Zeek” Herrera Jr.