GOLDFISH

© RYAN GUILEY  

Sitting alone and thinking,

We will always be linking,

Nothing can break our chain,

Through the laughs or even the pain.

 

The air that I breath, I’m coping

I can feel your lungs open,

Hearing you call my name,

First time I saw you, it was fame.

 

Walking on the muddy grass,

I will not let this sit and pass,

I believe in you, and you know,

When I’m with you, we both glow.

 

It doesn’t have to be like this,

Even in a bowl that has a goldfish,

Swims and makes its habitat,

I won’t be a prisoner who just sat.

 

Why are they avoiding reality?

Because they are full of pity,

If measures were in place,

It wouldn’t be a disgrace.

 

I won’t let this ever change,

Making sure you are in my range,

Their platform will be the plank,

As they will drown and sank.

 

A goodbye, doesn’t exist with us

To let you go off into the dust,

I will still catch you to eternity,

You are my girl, born in this city.

 

Meant to be with each other,

To be a father and a mother,

To teach our children about life,

Also, to show them how I love my wife.