All I want to do is to drown in your baby blue eyes
Teach me how to swim with you, I need as many lessons as you can do
We can share as many strokes our body can handle
Floating in these wavy glistening eyes that I can’t seem to handle
But even when these storms strike our body, we can be electrified together
All I want to do is dive in the ocean you’ve have pooled together
All I want to do is die in both those baby blue eyes that you’ve been born with

How does it feel seeing me shine so bright
from the fire you burnt me in?

Decay in Spring

Bring May flowers
For the showers that have poured
Bring the colors
For the gray can’t happen anymore
The clouds covering the light that sores
Rise the roses covered in thorns
Love sharing the same color as the devils horns
So the beauty in April showers jokes on the May with flowers
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Spring with flowers on the floor
Stones engraved with rain drops from those that have loved
As the soil folds the soul
The dirt places bouquets for the love to explore
Decay in the Spring blooms recovered colors that the light shall bring

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The sun is shinning; I can breathe
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The moon is waving; I can sing
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The night seems to scare me so I'm wide awake
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The day claims loneliness so I'm hiding behind these shades
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I want to be your favorite color
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Yet I am so gray
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Sing with me
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Lets talk in depths
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Sink into one another
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Dream in our color
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Live in a coloring book
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But we still breathe in the loneliness
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While the moon makes me dream in the view of you
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I'n singing in these moon dreams
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In these themes our moods are broken our hearts sowed at the seem

You’re looking for a clean needle in a hay sack
While I’m searching for answers in a pile of nails