What Grows from the Sea

She asked a question

Simple question

You love me now for what you see

But can you love what hides in me?

Yes, he said, desire to show

Showing all, she loved to know

And all he said with certainty

The things she always believed to be

Inside the tempest, darkened sea

Tanned leather scorched intimacy

Bent to cradle all perdition

And rise o’er all in transition

The reaper takes no penalty

Published by dbmoore0727

***All views are my own*** I am a punk and a romantic with interests in all aspects of the world and its society.

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