Heavy-headed,
like an anchor plummetting
into the depths of the Saturday Blues.
You are the sunken treasure,
the wreckage in the sand.
I ignore the warnings like a Sunday prayer
and dive deep, drowning in the obvious.
Pirate’s Booty
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Heavy-headed,
like an anchor plummetting
into the depths of the Saturday Blues.
You are the sunken treasure,
the wreckage in the sand.
I ignore the warnings like a Sunday prayer
and dive deep, drowning in the obvious.
The Follies of a Postmodern Xennial 