Sails | Teen Ink


January 17, 2016
By Nated315 DIAMOND, Georgetown, New York
Nated315 DIAMOND, Georgetown, New York
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Favorite Quote:
Truth has many shades. It's not a matter of black and white, but many grays.

Without his wind,

My sails are useless.

Without his breath,

I must rely on the currents

Of this foresaken sea.


I must go

Wherever these waters flow;

I cannot fight.

My sails hang limp and useless.

And a storm pitches me off

Of my safe boat.

I must tread for dear life,

Sharks swimming around me.


There are many fish,

Lots, from which i must choose.

"Choose me", she says,

Bur shes not my type.

My ship will never go

Without his breath in my sails.

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