Those eyes.
**** winter, cold from the inside.
Shared beaches together.
The sand had a picture of a house in a future life.
Wonder how long it took to be washed by high tide.
Remember standing there looking at the house's uneven sides.
With two smiles stretching at least ten miles wide.
It's still cold from inside.
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 7:13 AM UTC
Those eyes.
**** winter, cold from the inside.
Shared beaches together.
The sand had a picture of a house in a future life.
Wonder how long it took to be washed by high tide.
Remember standing there looking at the house's uneven sides.
With two smiles stretching at least ten miles wide.
It's still cold from inside.
Copyright © Jimena Zavaleta 2012
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