and who is the author
I was born with oceans for eyes
and much like a wave it comes
love flowing trapped until it breaks and flows into hate
stirred only by them my precious pearls
it cannot run nor can it hide it has no direction all it can do is flow back into itself
and that's what it does and there it remains an endless vast of blues to teeter on
there's not a big enough life raft to save it
so the waves continue to pound and produce waterfalls over the lips letting you taste the salt of life
there will be no end to this,it will never drain nor can it ever evaporate all you can do is float,ride the waves and keep faith that you won't drown
2007-12-10
00:39:08
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