I can't think of a better way,
Than to sit and watch the waves wash the hurt away.
To let the water lap over my cuts
To clean this blood again.
To take my body off this rock,
To take it with the wind.
The places i will vist,
The jorneys i will go.
Swimming through the ocean,
Travelling from shore to shore.
You know all i'm searching for,
is to be loved that little bit more.
i live on a tiny whiny island in the middle of know where, so really the ocean is the only escape. basically i sleep around, and this poem somewhere ties in with that.
