Naturally, I write the best tragedies.

Tend to put the Poe in poetically.

Ironically, smiles are the death of me.

Depression doesn’t hit selectively. 

Poems are where you’ll find my honesty.

I can write fairy tales, but it’s costly.

Can’t say sorry for my raw emotion.

It has its own waves, such a vast ocean.

Dive deep. Beauty can’t be seen by floating.

You’ll swim through layers of love and loathing.

Watch as creatures protect caves and tokens.

Explore an ecosystem unfolding.

When you come up for air, swim to the shore.

Take a break, breathe, you’ll find calmness and more.

As for me, the ocean’s my home and core.

Sadly, there’s no escape, no trap door.

It’s okay though, I use love as decor.

I’ll await your return, my friend, rapport.