WHERE I LEAN - POETRY

Somewhere beyond me,
I saw my swaying pleas.
Struggling before this sea,
Strongly fleeing to be free.

The sea is our poetry.
This is how we tell our story.
In a meandering manner,
We will be so sure when we remember..,
That there's no comfort in lies.

I have been thinking,
About the feeling.
When i close my eyes, you lied.
Left me weeping all night.
And i want to hope my struggle is right.
Coz someday, I trust, I'll be free again before this sea.

The sea is my poetry.
This is how i tell my stories.
In a meandering way
You will remember why i stayed.
There was no comfort in those lies.