Ocean © 2014 g.a. regla He was my water, my river and sea. Not some little fish Swimming away from me. He was my heart, my soul and my muse. My changes, my choices and things come to choose. Like a temple to worship, A rose to a thorn. My angel and devil, my everything and more. I dry on the sands, these desolate rocks. These fragments of time, Crusty broken clocks. Wash me away, with the tears you have wept My ocean of love, Let me drown in your depths.
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 06:28:09 +0000
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