Colors spill over to cover the sea Viberent shades of a prism scheme the colors of indigo when peace is abound Shades of steel when storms blow round The ocean's a lady with changing moods Who's rare to anger but often broods Her children respect her with reverant care Sailing her always when stormy or fair Riding the waves on the wind they have teathered Always in death they are united forever
Reason for writing:
no reason just did it.
god forbid I write a mish mash of emotion about who screwed who or broken hearted trash(ds)
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