comforts drawn away,
and I've gone astray
big, big dreams now
it won't go away
the sound treats me like prey
big, big nightmares
noise, too-too much noise
I just want your voice
noise, too-too much noise
all I want's your voice
blue to my red, red to your blue?
without your heart by mine, what would I do?
these big dreams of mine all include you
blue to my red, am I red to your blue?
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)
