Her head is in a bitter way
Her brain is ‘on’
She’s just looking for a perfect wave
It’s her brain’s desire.

She told me she’s at her best,
I didn’t mean to use my 3rd eye,
I saw the black and red scars,
On her broken ♥
Like a guitar with Broken strings

Across the ocean.
She surfs a platinum wave.
She’s oxygen to a man dying.
To breathe, I touched her face and a beautiful smile formed.
Then the sunset came naked.
Never to hide across the tall
Building and blurry smoke from smelter.