Rough Seas
you used to like it nasty,
tied firmly to the mast,
but now the twisted beam you clung to,
you cast off to the past.
you danced like cinderella,
the belle of every ball,
but when the clock struck closing time,
you were not there at all.
like tinkerbelle you'd fly around,
confusing with you dust,
but when it came time to unveil your self,
your reality was discust.
You painted pretty pictures,
but watercolors can't take the rain,
the fact I thought you were human,
means I'm the one insane
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