me and my bad poetry....
stream of consciousness I scribbled in my journal yesterday, while trying to make myself sleep...
Your eyes are sunlight hitting the ocean
your gaze is a cold breeze blowing right past me
out into sea
I'm tasting salt on my lips
craving you much more than any cigarette
why am I thinking such warm things about you
on this coldcold day?
you creep through static on the radio
you appear in cigarette smoke
if only life would imitate song!
do you ever wonder if life would be better underwater?
I think you'd make a great octopus
you need eight arms and an ocean
you're standing where ocean and mountain hit
singing your song over the cliff
we're throwing our daydreams into the sea
when we should be throwing ourselves in
and setting each other free
I wish I could break right in
open you up
show you what it's like to love
i want you to hit me like a tidal wave
I want you to carry me out to sea
Your eyes are sunlight hitting the ocean
your gaze is a cold breeze blowing right past me
out into sea
I'm tasting salt on my lips
craving you much more than any cigarette
why am I thinking such warm things about you
on this coldcold day?
you creep through static on the radio
you appear in cigarette smoke
if only life would imitate song!
do you ever wonder if life would be better underwater?
I think you'd make a great octopus
you need eight arms and an ocean
you're standing where ocean and mountain hit
singing your song over the cliff
we're throwing our daydreams into the sea
when we should be throwing ourselves in
and setting each other free
I wish I could break right in
open you up
show you what it's like to love
i want you to hit me like a tidal wave
I want you to carry me out to sea