Sugar doll

Blue sea,
Seagulls on the wing

Blue sea,
Seagulls on the wing
The Sun burning ball
Or the pale Moon light
Beautiful spectacle

But in your eyes
I’d prefer
To see the storms
‘cause your eyelashes
Was more dark than
Crow wings
And they fluttered
Mesmerizing all art form


I’m the dirty intellectual
That led astray innocence
And you
You’re too sublime
To be sung in my wild verses


Storm and wind,
The herons death
The crept shadows
Of your dour worries
Hidden in your deepest eyes

Don’t allow they
To change yourself
Don’t allow me
To skim you
Don’t allow my thoughts
To come near to you
Send them away
Dump me over the hills

I’m the dark witch
That lives in her ice castle
And you
You’re too nice
To go into my spell