Is It Starting Again
as we touch the ocean your eyes fade into the blue
your wet face drifts in complete harmoney
your very soul floats before me like a wild spirit
the wild wolfs are around you
in the morning i will phone you
i might have been lost
i might still be
ive never felt this way before
im melting like a river i write this
we are not lovers
but i am no fool
but i could just be a murl
to your shiney blue eyes
is the feeling mutral
to feed one is to feed the other
are you run by lust or must
your so nice i have to tair you apart
your so smart i have to say that i dont love you
but if you were a flower i would be your honey bee
but i will stick with you as i am made of glue
i could just be a part time lover
but a full time dad
our stuff could off burned
but i carry water
i will always be yours as i get up in the morning
and watch the sun go to rest x x
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