You have me strangled
Would have been cute
With a nail to the back of the head
But you chose the long way out
Left me shuddering and spluttering
But no net can hold me now
Thrashing in your sea of green
And still you refuse
Sea-kissed girl on a mission
Don’t you see where the whalers wait?
Are they steady and without compassion?
So the tide takes us all out to sea
Some unrequited, some of us free
©shaun patrick green 2011
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