Now the coast has lined up
they are in coherent,
splashing the same waves
and washing on the same bed
You are still there, watching them
engaging with the moon
nothing much have changed
but yet, everything did
My hair grew inches, with fervent curls
wrinkles on my face, surfacing
my heart, like your sweater - more worn
resembling that girl you loved,
that summer
You must have slightly aged too,
the face I grown distanced to
As we lay our bodies
beneath our knees,
we see those stretch marks across
you were still perfect
We hear the crashing,
it has come for us.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
Now the coast has lined up
they are in coherent,
splashing the same waves
and washing on the same bed
You are still there, watching them
engaging with the moon
nothing much have changed
but yet, everything did
My hair grew inches, with fervent curls
wrinkles on my face, surfacing
my heart, like your sweater - more worn
resembling that girl you loved,
that summer
You must have slightly aged too,
the face I grown distanced to
As we lay our bodies
beneath our knees,
we see those stretch marks across
you were still perfect
We hear the crashing,
it has come for us.
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