FallingAngel
Bluelighter
I lay and look towards the sky and dream of a place not near by
I look at myself, and see an oyster.
One that gets rocked and moved by the sea that never calms, sometimes very violent but sometimes soothing to the soul.
I have this hard shell that is only opened to the right touch, to the right person, and once inside I become in danger of whatever harm this person can cause
Inside, i am soft and tender, smooth, full of the very heart of me
and hopefully, a little jewel, a pearl, that someone will find worth while, that someone will find of value, of richness, special enough to love
as i wake up from my daydream, i notice the necklace i am wearing, and the black pearl that is on it, and i smile to myself, hoping that i have someone else's pearl
I look at myself, and see an oyster.
One that gets rocked and moved by the sea that never calms, sometimes very violent but sometimes soothing to the soul.
I have this hard shell that is only opened to the right touch, to the right person, and once inside I become in danger of whatever harm this person can cause
Inside, i am soft and tender, smooth, full of the very heart of me
and hopefully, a little jewel, a pearl, that someone will find worth while, that someone will find of value, of richness, special enough to love
as i wake up from my daydream, i notice the necklace i am wearing, and the black pearl that is on it, and i smile to myself, hoping that i have someone else's pearl
