It lays beside my typewriter
Sulking silken minit, time's a lie
It lays by my side, parting at the sun-kissed
Hearts core cold as warm oceans
I am waiting at the love with sails
Minutes go by like ******
I'm dying each time in wait for another
Someone hissed in wet ears and wet hair
Hamstrings touched against my weak knees
Bent to my knees, I can almost see the feet of the boat
A fleet of trees, moist air hushed the soft despair
Meandering rivers, you can't pull me apart from the sea
Beyond compare of fickle lady luck
Hanging beside the bedside, four-leaf clover for funny valentines
Out of sheer luck