Like the current
in the ocean,
soft spoken words
crash against
the bone tough
cliff.

Like a buried treasure
one turn from being released,
you're on the verge
of opening me.

I don't know why
I let myself get this way
in such futile games
I partake in
and love to play.

If I had
longer hair,
would you ask for
my number?

If I was
a little prettier
would you be
kinder?

If I was
a little thinner,
would you
stay the night?


Be careful.


Once that treasure
opens up,
the gold will float
to the top.

Shinning
and gleaming
from the rays beaming
out of your
godly halo,




from the depths
of my sunken
heart.