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Ocean Whispers

ChristopherFrazier3

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love ocean poetry

For The Quiet Times 
I Disappear Listen To The 
Ocean .. Please Just Listen 
To My Heartfelt Whispers.. 

Of Thug Straight Coastin 
I Don't Understand How I'm 
Falling So Hard For You 
But My Tears Fall Out 

Out Of Pure Contentment 
I Smile And Believe That The 
Ocean Is You .. The Peace
And The Breeze 

The Ocean Brings I Automatically Think
Of You.. I Hope That Isn't Bad.. My Contemplations Remains Fazed And Dazed
I Can't Contain .. An Open Heart And Broken

Mind .. Please Understand My Sweet Whispers 
Of A Thug Trying To Win Your Mind.. ..I Don't Want To Play Games With You.. I Just Want You To Know My Heart Aches For You..

I Just Want To Win Your Heart Out.. My Dreams Are Just Big Envisionments Of 
Seeing Nothing But Success .. My Life 
Was Misery Before You Came In 

And Shook It Up ..  I'm Always Happy Now And I Never Frown.. Staying Up Late On The Phone Past 9 .. I Contemplate Why Cant I Call You Mines .. 

Very Beautiful Gorgeous Girl I Cant Never Complain .. But The Way Your Eyes Sparkle
It Could Make The Whole World Shake.. My 
Commitment To You Could Remain 

As Big 
As Me Screaming WestSide Or Rest In Peace To The Thug Lord ..The Way That Your Laugh Moves My World Is Strictly Unbelievable.. 

I Couldn't Imagine That A Laugh So Precious 
Could Make A Person So Insanely Happy.. Seeing Your Face Is Just Like Waking Up On Christmas Day.. 

Ocean Whispers.. Smoking Weed .. Taking A Walk With You .. I Can Envision Myself In 50 Years Still Making You Laugh And Enjoying Your Presence Fully Through ..

Slightly Kiss Me .. Miss Me.. I Want To Kiss Every Inch Of Your Body And Make You Wonder How Does A Thug Make Love.. 
Is It Great ? 

One Day If We Actually Make It Officially I Have So Many Ideas Running In My Head But I Just Want You To Know .. My Love For You Runs As Deep As The Sky Expands.. 

Whenever You See The Stars Always Know I'm Looking.. I'm Contemplating .. That The Stars Are Actually A Mirror Of You Beautiful And Always Shining.Tous Droits Réservés

love ocean poetry

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