my mind is
lost
in the black eyes
of sharks
as i look
for you
in the storm
that seems to
brew
just off
to the side
dissipating
whenever
i look
too hard
i should be
writing
but how can i
tell a story
when the only thing
i can
think about is
how
wrapping my arms
around you
seems like
the closest to nirvana
as this
collection of sins
will ever get
