The Rarest Thing In Water
And Her Name Was Serenity
She’s made me knee deep,
Ocean filled of non-buoyant water.
I can’t find logs.. none to hold her…
Above all the spirits, immemorial beings.
Baby please, I know you’re a mess from emotional sawyer.
A masterpiece I pray to conquer,
A soul to search for Serenity…
But just let it breathe and trust that you wont’t drown in my pool for lovers.
You can go, don’t want to be forward.
Know oases are a mirage’s martyr.
Leave with me, there’s mysteries only you can uncover.
River Styx that you’ve made warmer,
Your soul is the only home that I believe.
About the Creator
Ike
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