November 18/08 - 9:08 p.m.

We're Pirates
Written by: Lauren White (Me)

We set sail,
out to twilight.
Out at sea,
at ease through the night.

Peaceful skies, your soothing lullabies.
No storm any challenge.
"It'll calm, it always does."
This adventure so easy, always was.

You looked into my eyes,
you smiled, those butterflies arise.
My hand in yours,
no walls, just doors.
The future, endless.

A dark cloud overhead,
a warning.
I prayed for its passing alone in your bed.
I wanted to believe, thought I knew better.

Lightning struck,
my heart held high and exposed.
It burnt out my light,
your door slammed to a close.
Knock knock, bang.
Let me in, again.
You were gone.

My toes hanging off the plank,
deep waves of regret below.
I jumped, and sank,
my world, slow.

You passed me a lifeline,
friendship off the deck.
The support bobbing in the water,
but dearest, I was a wreck.

I kicked and screamed, threatened and accused.
Yet you still clung to the rope, desperate to save.
But I fought the water, I refused.
You became impatient, but still i was brave.

I've been here for quite a while,
astray in the ice cold.
We've floated a long mile,
the safety in front, but still no hold.
My legs are growing tired,
aboard your ship your arms grown weak.
When I looked up to your eyes,
I had not one word left to speak.

We set sail,
so long ago, upon a gorgeous ship.
Now your love lost among the sea,
it's no longer you and me.
Your will power, at a lack.
I may not ever have you back.


So I'll break down,
and grab your friendship.
You pull me up so I don't drown.
A slight quiver in my lip,
as my feet hit solid ground.
A shrug escaped your shoulders,
the dream lost, the fantasy dead.
You grabbed the wheel, and dropped me off,
back onto the reality, I would dread.

With a halfhearted wave,
was that solemn goodbye.
You did try to save,
still I asked, why?
You said we're on an adventure, still,
upon our lovely ship.
But the currents will take you where they will,
and what comes your way, you'll grip.

Maybe someday,
when the purples light your sky,
you'll look out to shore,
and ask a modest, "Why?"
For now I sit within this lighthouse,
breaking my back to produce some light.
Pave the way for your happiness,
so that maybe you'll come back,
just might.