Winter, Autumn, Summer, Spring by Cleo Patra - HTML preview

I WANNA BE...

On a mortal island we connected

Cement ice lay in your hazel brown eyes

A breathless moon shined upon us

My pain chained heart lay in a skeleton wasteland

Your words were as deep as the sea

I drank them like red wine

Velvet smooth we danced on an Egypt moon

Rose-pebbles cut through the steel pains

For us, bonny swans sang a mystic song

A soul fountain patched our battered and bruised hearts

Our dawn love journey was etched in stone

I found my soul in your eyes

I wanna be the seahorses on your hand

the neurons swimming in your mind

Your left ventricle of your soul-heart

I wanna be your island fantasy

I wanna be the milk on your lips

The sunlight rays on your skin

I wanna be the shoes on your feet

the water-drops that rolls down your back

I wanna be the VIP dates in your thoughts

Your first morning word

I wanna be the healing of your pain

Your leather jacket that cradles your shoulders

I wanna be the water on your tongue

Your happy tears flowing down your cheeks

I wanna be the joy in your veins

The laughter in your sun

I wanna be your cushion you sleep on

Your t-shirt you're wearing

The golden chain around your neck

I just wanna be your everything