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Some things are better left alone


Submitted:Feb 9, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Mud to water as it clears away,

Mud to water as you clean the day.

Word up.

Mud to water as it clears away,

Mud to water as you clean the day.

If you hear a song over the waves, you should know better, than to lean over the railing and read a love letter.

You heard a song over the waves? Shoulda been told better. Shoulda listened to your mama when you was young sailor. When you was dumb, partner.

But who does right? Wouldn't you wanna hear her song in the middle of the night?

Damn right!

It's sings of iodine, horse fish and coral reefs, messages in bottles, tides and sunken ships.

Drunken trips.

And memories on parchment, where an X marks the spot, but I got lost.

'Twas dead left on my chest though, dead left on my chest. I watched her tail break the waves and drank the foam that was left. It had the taste of her breath, and the warmth of her breast. I can still feel her bite on my neck.

She stole my compas.

And led the North star south, I can still feel her song on my mouth. Now i'm parched.

And the sun beats my brow,

And at night she walks out,

And her lips taste like salt,

And her legs feel like silk,

Her eyes tear me apart,

And the morning she's goneā€¦.

Will she shed her tail for me?





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