Sailors found me from the beach
when I was little
so it must be hundred years ago
I drifted behind the seas and oceans
and I belonged to the salt of the water
No wonder why I haven´t adjusted
The sailors found me
before I drowned to the sand
They raised me on their ship
and sang me all their wild and fierce songs
My words still don´t belong to the dry land
I lo0ked at the red cities from the highest mast
and decided to go there for adventures
Now I feel sorry for that girl
who made that silly decision
Because all the cities cry salty tears inside
but it isn´t sea water
You have no idea how much this speaks to me... it's the best you've ever written, no doubt. <3 It goes onto my list of favorites of yours. <3
ReplyDeleteSo you're driftwood, huh? Me too...
pretty human-alike driftwood.
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