Swim Back To Me

Geraldine Fibbers

Won't you look inside and see

what's inside a girl like me?

Rivers of blood pour from my eyes,

your careless heart I do despise.

Sailing in a dunce cap revelry,

good morning on the bright blue sea.

Check out all the peaches waving from the shore.

Another taste of honey to kill or to ignore.

Forget me so fine, but don't forget how willing was I.

Swim back to me.

Your sunken pearls adorn the depths

where your body rests

within the hands of fish and sand.

Looking down I see your face

reflected in the waves,

touched upon by the rippling grace

of a watery grave.

Your hand holds up a pretty shell.

I'm ringing like a fire bell.

Swim back to me.