Whisper

Do you like sweating by the sea shore?
I'd rather just see the sun
Or came back home for a soup
Taken under the stairs
No sand to ignore you
Soap operas are more comfortable
Then just person swealling liquid
Selling cars is a lot easier
Then telling you this only by whispers
Could you say a word now
Just to fill this poem's loneliness?
Cause sentences like this
No mater what they seek
Does not cheat on our conciouness
Ok, I must sadly agree ...
What was that all about the sea?
When a priest has a lot to say
He loves to talk about sinners
Thoughts like this come and go
It's up to you
Instead of hearing, only listening
This was not thought by a priest
Not at all
Not even by someone
This was just the leeves passing by
Floating by the windows
Getting to yours ears
Getting to the ears of everyone.