Dreaming Oceans

[ToSaltTheSoilTurnsTheSun]

Cutting edges play the kitchen knife

like a violin's broken neck

brought back to life.

        

Lying in the parking lot

on blankets and towels

perfect skin hides a blood clot.

             

Cancer

such a shame

a pause for an answer.

 

We drew matchsticks

to see upon whose back

we'll stack

all the bricks.

 

The doctor tells me

you're there but

I just can't see.

 

When dreaming oceans 

asleep in love 

whisper to the storms above.

 

[XxKiNgKaNgxX]

This is good, i like, i know you wont see this.

But youre seen.