MY NEW LOVER

Oh la ah la
ooh ah la

i remember fun days
and bitter cuts
from your tongue
you say dreaming
I walk beach sands
thunder beneath my feet
I would believe you
but I see my cuts
and still they bleed
my ocean — emerald green
it tastes salty good
your ocean a crimson-red
and dead fish at my feet
sea shell flotsam
the key for my gate
I. Break out prison
and run to my beach
Poseidon my lover now

:: 05-01-2914 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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