Poetry / Elephant Guns
And I’ll keep the wind trapped in your sails,
Rescind the water from our toes and all the ocean has to give.
But leave me, leave me with these tales.
Fly your sunken ship from me oh relieve me of your trails,
Leave me with your story books of lives we’ll never live,
And I’ll keep the wind trapped in your sails.
Far from home, crooning elephant guns on your rusty, crooked nails.
Time for us to watch this sea by hands of falling whales, and I’ll hymn,
“Just leave me, leave me with your tales.
“Dump the body bags of words you swam for me through years and years of vales
A thousand seasons sound their only chance to live
But you stay to keep the wind trapped in these sails?”
This desert knows not of the waves we gnawed to find this Holy Grail:
Irish doors and humming hills, hopping trains to idle days, you filled me to the brim.
And if you leave me, leave me with those tales.
If I were young I’d flee this town on sinking stories and details,
I’d step the sun to galaxies of those mountains where we swim,
And keep the wind trapped in your sails.
Sing for me your song goodbye as you drag your dusty sails,
Clean the tripe and skim the ryes, my little phantom limb,
And I’ll keep the wind trapped in your sails
So when you’ve gone just leave me, leave me with these tales.
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This was pretty good overall. I thought that your approach was really good and the story was shown well so in that aspect I enjoyed it. I thought you could adjust your flow just a bit
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