I'm Coral. I write and like the things I like.
Ocean Blues.

If you, the ocean, promise to swallow up my blues, 

Mixing them with your own brilliant hues,

I swear that I would bathe all night in you.

If you told me you’d wash the past off my skin like pieces of sand at dusk,

Before the sun has a chance to duck behind the rocks,

I swear that I would bathe all night in you.

If you, the sea, swore my faded sins would cease to be,

I’d let your salt ridden winds fill my lungs generously.

I wouldn’t move, I’d never leave.

I’d bathe in you endlessly.

-clr


" Somewhere along the line I knew there’d be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me. "