Sunday, May 31, 2015


I just don't think that this life will ever be enough For a lonely misfit, a homesick wanderer But there's no place for this lost ponderer My arms are becoming tired, I'd like to just float Let the smooth sand cover my body and my breathing will slow Choking on salt water never tasted so sweet Don't look down, the darkness swept away your feet They told me not to give in But my body feels so weak The ocean floor is where you'll find me Ninety feet deep.

1 comment:

  1. honey, your blog makes me sad. Never knew you were a sentimental bastard. I hope all's going well for you. With love, C.R.

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