smooth like beach wood
driftwood you stand
to be sat upon and dragged
cooling glassy salt
deep within your wounds
sanded with time
I wonder if you wish to be
again
as I am laying upon you
dragging you every which way
you are warped and worn
and so I'd like you to stay
but as driftwood would
you always journey forward
for another rainy beach day
Leaving me adrift in my sunny
sandy ways.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 3:15 AM UTC
smooth like beach wood
driftwood you stand
to be sat upon and dragged
cooling glassy salt
deep within your wounds
sanded with time
I wonder if you wish to be
again
as I am laying upon you
dragging you every which way
you are warped and worn
and so I'd like you to stay
but as driftwood would
you always journey forward
for another rainy beach day
Leaving me adrift in my sunny
sandy ways.
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