The sound of an oceans breeze upon the shore,
the subline of every hearts broken sore.
Tears drip down my eyes,
and I see the way you move your lies.
the lick of sweet sweat slips down every curve of your collar bone,
tasting every inch and it fills my mouth,
with a salty embrace.
-Ocean Tears-
Not al poems are about me, but these are short forms of my little stories.
Thank you.
-Ocean Tears-