If I could touch you through this looking glass I would drink you down.....
Scattered emotions sink pirate ships as the ocean currents spin in circles pulling old wood planks down and up creating sounds of dreams that are yet to be. Hear the distant sounds from ladylove’s light trying to guide a ship to treasure that only exist through eyes of the same. Mother ocean and father time please grant this life line. She glows like the sun through tattered sails bringing songs with bebop melodies. Melted hearts bobbing and weaving from the truth that is faced. Melodic melodies skip beats as the ocean DJs remix my world to play warm vibrations and smooth sensations. The faint sound of hearts thump and closeness of lips splash passion that bump. Permanent tattoos stab new experiences that cannot erase.
bY:M
