I drown in burning waves,
Lick it up, savor the taste
In an ocean of *** from spain,
My heart's become numb to pain.

I'm sitting on a plain,
Where flowers were so nicely lain.
Only picking up the weeds,
To my heart their beauty speaks.

With a fistful
Of dandelions and daisies,
If I asked you to be my lady,
Would you perhaps, at least, say maybe?

Soaked, full of alcohol and ego
I pretend, that I'm not damaged
And scared of people.
Like I don't enjoy drinks the size
Of the sea,
And find beauty in the ugliest of weeds.

-SLuR