Nov 12, 2005 10:47
her eyes spoke like the ocean
like the dreamy world of the endless sea
it was evening when i kissed her
yes the sound of waves are deafening
and the very air that i breath seems to smell like
salt
like tears...
we throw each other goodbyes
and the night was still
my soul was motionless weary longing
i was like a streched paper on a table
waiting for a pen...
i was a letter inside a bottle of wine
waiting to be swallowed by the sea...
.... by the sea .... that is her eyes
half knowing what it wants
half knowing what it needs
-UNFINISHED-