May 2016
You
Me
No more people
Not even three
Just you and me
Walking along the sea
Talking about things of days
Walking in a salty haze
You look at me and then
I wake up
Sad and alone again
Me
No more people
Not even three
Just you and me
Walking along the sea
Talking about things of days
Walking in a salty haze
You look at me and then
I wake up
Sad and alone again
Had this dream and I thought I'd make it into a poem.
