I do not fear your high tides.
I see no more light in your ocean eyes.
You used to be my wild heart.
But now, you are only nature to me,
a bit of beauty observed from afar
as I hold someone else’s hand
and watch you swallow up the sun.

It seems you have a taste for radiance,
something you covet, but do not own.
You saw this in me,
but I will be ******
before I ever again
let you come in
close enough
to drag me under.

i spend my days waiting
for the awakening
of these tides
inside my mind
i hope you don't mind

i depend my days
on my trembling feet
and shaking hands
gambling on what's to come
i hope to survive

i whimpered as
i have been trapped
i have been played
i have been manipulated
by myself and by the time itself

who needs to learn
to wrap the tides
while the fisherman
cast the net of fire
from the darkest seabed
locked the doors of events
to keep an ancient calendar
still glowing on it's eyes
but within the time
the firts cry came
the lips of the ocean
became reluctant to return
for us to be afraid
to saw the wraith

of the fish

The waves whispered into my ears

Lyrical notes of songs unknown

Which mingled with the whisky fumes

To feed my senses on those tunes.



When the seaside lass held my gaze

The waves whispered into my ears

'Bout how the breeze played with her hair
And how the moon couldn't help but stare.



While whisky saved its magic spell

For stories, only time would tell

The waves whispered into my ears

To warn me that love could bring tears.



The playful breeze still brought her scent
Albeit the sun shower made her dance
Enchanted by my April muse

The waves whispered into my ears.



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