the sea was never so still
as the night i spilled my guts
in the sink from vanilla pills
and laughed at my immortality
when i scream underwater
the blue screams back to me
in my maraschino heart
i know one thing to be true:
that the cooing and the howling
will never leave the ocean floor
and fall upon the waiting ears
of those who i meant it for
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
the sea was never so still
as the night i spilled my guts
in the sink from vanilla pills
and laughed at my immortality
when i scream underwater
the blue screams back to me
in my maraschino heart
i know one thing to be true:
that the cooing and the howling
will never leave the ocean floor
and fall upon the waiting ears
of those who i meant it for
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