I wanted you to like me. Actually.
I have faith in you, still.
And I keep your secrets,
every day.
Even though you want to…
I can’t say it.
We both know it’s confidential.
But you stomp all over the seashells
You’re fierce and unforgiving like a storm.
And the ocean roars
It feels
Your hair is dancing
Red or Auburn sparkling with the laughter of seagulls.
You are always powerful.
Ah.
If only.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 2:04 AM UTC
I wanted you to like me. Actually.
I have faith in you, still.
And I keep your secrets,
every day.
Even though you want to…
I can’t say it.
We both know it’s confidential.
But you stomp all over the seashells
You’re fierce and unforgiving like a storm.
And the ocean roars
It feels
Your hair is dancing
Red or Auburn sparkling with the laughter of seagulls.
You are always powerful.
Ah.
If only.