Wilting Roses By The Fireside


Wilting roses by the fireside
Coffee warming bones chilled from the boat
Drifting thoughts to stagnant memories
Thawing words from poems you never wrote


This Is Where Souls Need To Thaw Out


This is where souls need to thaw out
Nothing cool about the damn boat
Sucking at my will to exist
Can’t think of jumping, I can’t float
Where are those precious islands
I’ve heard such enchanted tales
I need something to fill my mind
Clutching the rails through the gales