For the Atlantic Ocean :).
There it goes, kissing the shore, grabbing hold of the secret keepers.
Currents so strong to greet you with
the affect of your lies.
It holds the secrets of the sea, whispering a lullaby everytime it runs away.
It swallows you up and spits you out, you're too bitter to be greeted into the secret world.
The Pureness of it's laughs, laughing at you.
It's so full cracks and rusty holes.
It's not full. Not full enough.
What does it need?
Nobody knows of the mysterious waves.