to my future admirer,

you can never call me:
sunshine
beba or
princess and definitely not boo bear.

and when we go out
you always need to walk to the left of me
because of etiquette.

don’t tell me you love the way i look in purple..

and also another thing..

every time i kiss you
it’ll always be him on my mind..

i lay here again
as i wonder what it’s like to be felt
ferverously by your curious hands.
pero
i’ll be patient and alone
waiting for only you to claim
my throne.

I'm trying so hard to just keep swimming,
but more often than not, the Orcas visit me.
I'm more so floating, similar to the Velella
I keep going until I can't take anymore,
then end up washed up with the shore.

Your are the whale fall
In the ocean of my life.
You become the oasis
When I am lonely every single night.

However however,
Your soul isn't here,
It goes along with her
Forever!

And I shall be clever
That the body of yours can never
stay here.

I just wanna tell
All of me has fallen into the ocean of yours.

Two bears lie on my arm.
They show my mother and me.
The love for her is permanent,
It's tattooed on my skin.

A whale sits on my foot.
It has no loving feeling.
It's a funny little story,
Impulse control got the best of me.
so now that sad whale,
is tattooed to my skin.

Little croc, he rides my shoulder
He's holding a balloon.
First piece in colour, but i need more
tattoo 3 is a permaddition to my skin.

My next piece will ride my side.
the story is a little sadder,
Traditional style in blacks and blues,
An iceberg to show my secrets.
An iceberg to show pain and sorrow,
Hidden deep below.
That tattoo inspires,
to make me wanna be better.
So I think it's a fine addition,
A new tattoo to add to my skin.

Her tears though silent were like whale songs,
resonating with those around her, they sang
of swimming within loneliness, in an ocean of others.

Cresting on the shores of her cheeks these majestic
emotions collected. All the time serenading her
reflections that were submerged deep within.

All because a harpoon had cleaved upon her beating.
Love was viewed in her eyes by another who sailed
the ocean of her heart. But then took a shot from the bow.

Her heart sank into a ocean of tearful solitude.
Claiming another harpoon he sailed off into the sunset,
but was sunk by the cannon of another's jaded heart.

Her tears though silent were like whale songs,
resonating with those around her, they sang
of swimming within loneliness, in an ocean of others.

The young whale inquires
to his beloved dad
"Where did I come from?"
Answering his son
with a thanks from him
he had replied, "You're whalecum."

In pure essence.
Her heart was an ocean and I,
A whale lost in depth.
Not the prettiest of fish, yet I searched for affection.
Living and breathing, I know not what I sought.
Not understanding that what I sought and her heart were one in the same.
Continuing to live and breath in her essence.
She housed me in affection.
Feeding me from the cusp of her heart.
Drowning me in how strong the current of her heart flowed.
Finding knowledge that swam under the tutelage of schools.
I grew to love her in various length.
Splashing down in the depth of love.
She kept me in the darkest part of her heart.
Forever buried in memory. Discovering the light that peeped through despite
how fast the current flowed.
She calls every so often to see if I've found what I so adamantly sought.
Right in front of me the whole time