Emily Three

Can anyone bring serenity, to my features in a bar, I’m rescued from the sea, like someone in a frame, there is a part that’s dark, something you can't name, others go to Greece, ring distant bells afar, bring back childhood dreams, maybe it’s a different age, I keep like a postcard It still feels strange, nothing fills my need, I’m a lazy hog, sometimes I could scream, dancing in the waves, chasing sails around a spar, fling the stuff that's wreckage, the things I only feel, all the stuff I’m not, drink a huge Martini , who needs a Da?