Winter, Autumn, Summer, Spring by Cleo Patra - HTML preview

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I WANNA BE...

 

On a mortal island we connected

Cement ice lay in your hazel brown eyes

A breathless moon shined upon us

My pain chained heart lay in a skeleton wasteland

 

Your words were as deep as the sea

I drank them like red wine

Velvet smooth we danced on an Egypt moon

Rose-pebbles cut through the steel pains

 

For us, bonny swans sang a mystic song

A soul fountain patched our battered and bruised hearts

Our dawn love journey was etched in stone

I found my soul in your eyes

 

I wanna be the seahorses on your hand

the neurons swimming in your mind

Your left ventricle of your soul-heart

I wanna be your island fantasy

 

I wanna be the milk on your lips

The sunlight rays on your skin

I wanna be the shoes on your feet

the water-drops that rolls down your back

 

I wanna be the VIP dates in your thoughts

Your first morning word

I wanna be the healing of your pain

Your leather jacket that cradles your shoulders

 

I wanna be the water on your tongue

Your happy tears flowing down your cheeks

I wanna be the joy in your veins

The laughter in your sun

 

I wanna be your cushion you sleep on

Your t-shirt you're wearing

The golden chain around your neck

I just wanna be your everything