3rd picture
Shes a current drifting along
Swiftly swimming across her waves
Sifting through a moments wreckage
Searching for her soul among the pin needles
Of rain drops.
flowing grace rowing wisdow, shes and old ship
With many captains taking helm, her vessel always vacant
Her heart on her sleeve with eyes engulfed in deceit
Light as a feather she glides atop the sun reflecting
Off her ocean.
Shes a sale with out a buyer, much less the winds
Dead in the water shes a living corspe
A boat afloat a hopeless sea, blindly sailing for shores
Set course for the rocks.
A siren singing hope to those with the want to need hope
A beast in beauties clothing. No fairytale end.
Selling lonesome woes to the lonely
her song sails the distance of cupids arrows
The nameless lose themselves along her current
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