He sang the echo of life
for fishes that blow bubbles
or whales that wave their tails
he breathes the salty air
and touch the sun's gentle kiss
*she's stuck beneath the surface
empty, with pieces missing
she lives inside of him,
sailing placidly until she died
how tragic is her life,
wanting to be free
wanting to explore every inch of him
wanting to be whole again
she is just a sunken ship
whose remains will never be found*
and he is the majestic sea
waiting for the next ship to come.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
He sang the echo of life
for fishes that blow bubbles
or whales that wave their tails
he breathes the salty air
and touch the sun's gentle kiss
*she's stuck beneath the surface
empty, with pieces missing
she lives inside of him,
sailing placidly until she died
how tragic is her life,
wanting to be free
wanting to explore every inch of him
wanting to be whole again
she is just a sunken ship
whose remains will never be found*
and he is the majestic sea
waiting for the next ship to come.
