Shipped wrecked on the rocks. All I've got are my thoughts, scars, and torn tattered rags, but everything I've ever had could never compare to one single strand of hair on her head. I dreamt that I met the most beautiful mermaid.
A mysterious fish she is. I wish I could live in the abyss of her blissful kiss. Nursery rhymes and fairy tales are intertwined between her scales. Just one more breath of air and I could stay another moment with my mermaid.
Rolling around at the bottom of the ocean floor with that mermaid that I do adore. I feel unsure because so many times before I've heard that old folklore that she'll drag me down until I drown and my body will never be found. But I spit my last breath out for that is what it costs to play with a mermaid.