I walked to the edge of the world today just to see how things would fall.
When I got to what I thought was at the end of the world, I found there was no edge at all.
What I saw was missing meaning, and lives lived not to tell.
A private sort of misprint route, an independant hell.
But without disgrace or ruin, I stood under my own withdrawl,
that at the edge of this world I'm a sinking ship and not too proud to fall.
What we send are truths, unbenounced to the rest of the world,
of happier times with sunset rhymes and with kisses wrapped in pearls.
What we get in return are reason blankets and a brand new mystery,
A shaken kinda love stuffed poison drowning in the sea.
When love has been so lucky with kisses pressed against my cheek,
I thank God for this, the edge of my world, and what its meant to me.
For Olivia
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Submission Name: "What We Send To The Edge Of The World"
