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Blue-Green the Ocean Lies, Blue with Truth, Green with Envy
(Version# Crackerjack Sailor)
By Annie E - A story of love's revenge
You who are seduced will never know the meaning of seduction
You think I don't know what room you're sitting in well I got news the mansion doesn't belong to you you'd better sit back against your skin baby I'm wearing thin sit back and dream until you drown
While i was searching for a lighthouse i once saw outside my window someone hit me in the back of my head with a runaway horseshoe hey that felt good and I think I'm gonna do it again then to you
the images in my head are getting dreary with rain
sopping dry you step in to saturate me back to earth again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and you win. My name means when the sun and the moon turn into waves and crash into eachother your name means when the lonely leftover stars just keep glowing for eachother ocean other oceanother oceanother oceanother oceanother ocean mother. ocean. mother. Can you see me? Can you see me?
Your fingers aren't so blind sweet seductress how do you take all those lives those men and now they've got seaweed hair and to the end you heard them swear their undying devotion to your hands that finally blessed them with the gift of your stomach that now contains their suspended bodies and laps at their sides their very bones are your own can you honestly say that you actually intended to look them in the eye or that before you crashed down on him, sparkling sedate blue he saw his own fears mirrored in you and wouldn't it be so romantic so irresistible to claim that his second was forever and then was swept back again to his wife by the sea?
She who stares off at your calm no matter how windy she remembers growing up with you were her best friend she idolized your calm until her husband found your deep end without warning and she waited for him to never come home?
but there was that time when your salt was just sugar it was girl to girl now it's mother to mother
She reaches towards sparkling sea shells wet with new upon your shore right as you reach to slap her hand and steal them away to the deep once more she sees a reference to his tears and her desperate attempts to find him in you have ceased forevermore; every time your selfish waves of pride cast her merciless to shore to continue growing old after you swallowed him whole
and you know what you've done to that girl by the sea and in you she sees what the womb bore him blind to see. Salty sweet seductress. Competing against your presence that so hateful fills his leave with slit eyes she sits and she stares frightened with temptation off into the distance. but neither of you forgets when there once was equal union, she was a mermaid and you were there? until you took her love displaced from you and gave him seaweed hair. She sits, ocean stare, ocean stare, ocean stare?
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hey annie, i really like this, the rhythm and feel of it and the slip stream movement of the words.. good stuff
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::claps:: lovely. makes me think of water, which makes the images wonderfully clear.
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i've always loved nautical themes, as you'll see in mine entitled "I Cry For You"......*points down*........ http://www.hostboard.com/ubb/biggrin.gif
