Oh the Washed Up Mystery
The sand seeping through my toes
Down by the clear ocean water
I look into the vast beyond
Something catches my eye
A girl, washed up onto the shore
As I come near it seems quite queer
A tail I see? A fish no less?
Be a women she must
Afraid to touch her, but I must
As her eyes awaken
Her eyes indeed how beautiful
Blue as the sea beyond
Awestruck like no women I’ve seen
Love I feel, for women or beast?
No matter all women to me
Only one in the sea
Can I control they love for thee
She is only but a mystery
From dawn till dusk she rules the sea
King and Queen we shall be
Copyright © Jared Reid | Year Posted 2016
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