The eyes are the mirror of the soul
And your eyes are like a vast ocean
Taking me from side to side
Taking me inside
Then pulling me outside
As hard as a fist
As a granite
As hard as a heart

The eyes are mirror of the soul
And your eyes are like a deep ocean
Always floating on the surface
Never reaching the bottom
Never finding a way
A dead end
Never finding a path

The eyes are the mirror of the soul
And your eyes are like an empty ocean
Not an island
Not a rock
Not a dream
Not a boat
Not a life
Not a hope

The eyes are the mirror of the soul
And your soul is a dead ocean.

I took the same old walk bare feet
so many times on the white sandy beach: but this last time
it was never the same.

I remember your hands in mine
when your eyes were fixated on me:
my heart felt lighter than my blue cotton dress
So, here I am again reminiscing.

The tide of time took our love to the ocean floor
While the pieces of my heart became the sea shell witch
the coconut branches bow as we kiss
the cool breeze hiss
Lost love at the bottom of the sea.

Well
I promise you it ain't much fun
To be stuck firmly by the ***
And all because some rotten creep
Put super glue on the toilet seat
48 long hours I've sat here
Firmly fixed by my tender rear
Poems scrawled on toilet rolls
Poems sad about glues hold
All I did was on that seat recline
Never thinking it was my time
To be a captive on the throne
That we all use from time to time
Oh woe is me what can I do
I only sat down for a pooh
And now my cheeks are getting sore
And I can't reach the bathroom door

To shout for help