We walked along the dock.
Me caressing new blonde locks,
Sneaking at his inviting looks.
He looked outward, wandering,
Mind wondering, stride meandering.
We walked along the dock.
Me trying to guess his mind
In hopes he wouldn’t mind
And I squeezed his hand hard
Though he made it only harder
I wish I could convey all I feel
to extract emotions as a lemon peel
But as he looked down from the vantage
I knew then we weren’t in one montage
His life was one with high seas
And I — was just high on weed.
The Chaos Within 