I am sinking deep into the folds of blue velvet
and I have no intent on stopping
swimming in a deep blue pond or lake
don't think about the hours of sleep I'm dropping
violins forsake me
for the foolish romantic I am
my heart is made of blue sap
until its fire she lights
it's been a lifetime since I've seen her,
at least,
from what I know
I cannot wait to meet her
to change myself and grow
to see her face
and know
I'm sinking deep into the folds of blue velvet fabric
and I have no intent on stopping.
swimming in a deep blue pond
I am drinking in the smell of the night
and whisking away her fears.
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)
