Looking into your eyes
In a beautiful forest filled with butterflies.
We weren't alone.
We decided to move to a different zone to talk.
We took walk on the sand, and we're wearing no socks.
The sand was warm on the soles of our feet, and we had a plan.
We wanted to clear our minds, and leave everything behind.
We thought about visiting the ocean metaphorically, and literally.
All we can think about is the bright light in the ocean.
I wanted to go on this adventure with you, and me even if we fail or win we know our adventure will begin.
I embrace you in my arms.
I can feel the sun touching our skin.
I want to us to discuss our sins, and put them in a bin covered with dirt.
We might be black widows, but I don't want the posion to hurt.
I know in the past we created webbing to catch unfaithful prey.
I want it to rain to stop the pain, and wash away the past today.
We know we're jumping into a perilous fray.
When the clouds begun to move away.
I could see the blue sky, and birds fly south.
We started to kiss each other mouth to mouth.
I wanted no poison, or no sin.
I wanted to feel refreshed, and I wanted to breath again.
All I can think of is a breath of life like husband and wife.
We need an antidote.
We believed in hope.
We had to remove this poison, and set sail upon a new horizon.
Like a tailor and sailor that's sowing up the past.
We knew we had to sail fast, and avoid rocks so we can talk.
The concealed secrets we kept in our ***** pockets, and the dilapidated ships that we touched with our hands and lips.
The ones we harboured away for years, will start sinking into the ocean because the truth that was aloof has fallen through the roof.
There should be only two ships,lips, and hips to steer in the ocean, sea, or pond.
I want to be the one, so let's begin to travel in the hot sun.
I want us to have a future, and we need to be captains.
I want us navigate safely again into the ocean.
When we opened up our seashells
We placed the shell close to our ears.
We we're feeling guility and in fear.
We we're in hell on a bus with no breaks.
We knew we had to evacuate before it was too late.
Our minds felt waterlogged with lava.
I would miss the times we sat under the guava tree.
I want you to be with me.
We needed to unplug this bug.
We needed to get rid of this heat.
We needed to warm up our cold feet.
We could of drowned.
I want us to be crowned.
I want us to be in power, and i don't want our relationship to be sour.
I want us to be King and Queen since we we're ninteen.
After all these years we should've armed the guards with spears.
They will guard us, and inform us not to trespass on the woman or mans grass because we know we will get cut by glass.
We we're out for the thrill, but we realized with our eyes and lies the poison eventually spilled on the table, and we had no more adult cable.
We couldn't run the show anymore.
There was no need to be on this channel because this would dismantle our ship, and the relationship.
We lived in despair with unclean underwear.
We smelled like rotted pears.
Like lies growing on the grapevine.
We broke our fishing lines.
We received no loot.
We know honesty bears fruit.
We will sow the seeds on the ground.
I love to have you around.
I know we can grow as big as a beanstalk.
I am happy we had this talk, so lets walk into the ocean.
I want a proverbial rehabilitative wave to wash over us, and cleanse our sins.
We won't fail swim because in our hearts we know we can win.
We love this adventure anyways.
All we can see is our destination in the distance.
I't begins to shine and intertwinewith resistance.
We feel immune all negative elements, that makes us prismatically optimistic.
With this positive energy I can feel you all over me.
I can feel the sea shells and star fish near our feet.
I love way we solved our dilemma; I feel like we will never cheat on our test in the future because we our faithfully cleansed by Poseidon's tidal wave to wake us up so we earn our diploma's.
If God couldn't help us, another God in the water could make our relationship swim, and sail in the ocean once again.
