Meet in Ocean.

by see   Jul 6, 2009


A great place to meet,
and a place we trying to stand out!
To picks and be tags.
Honey babe, will be surround by killer bees,
One sting can be lasting pains.
Who know that can be antidotes.
an evening, a night we looking.
Who known's?
The shadowy within no one will ever know.
What you looking for? what in your heart?
This wide ocean and plenty,
Picks and mixed, turning Roulettes wheels!
The form became a habit.
Not a Question, answered settles,
Changing girls and boys many!
Lucky some will pick one and settles.
The proud one exhibition itself!
I am happy and enjoy my life.
Meet in Ocean.
Self shooting, filled with unknown's bullets holes!
Torture body and erasable scars,
A line and two of cracks,
White line living a lies!
Howling, my beautiful life!
The buzz, of festival fireworks!
Midnight Taxi, bus or tube, sit alone,
Walking into dark alley!
Blurring eye, head swinging, searching key,
back to empty house, numb heart and alone.

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