I fell in love down by the shore, where the water was sweet, and the air even more.
A field of sunflowers stretched out before us. You plucked one and placed it in my hair. You said I was beautiful, and I believed you.
Lazy days of chain-smoking and drinking too much made me melt like butter. I was lost and now I'm found. I was alone and now I'm not.
I found myself at the end of myself and forever continue to do so.
I stole the ending from a previous poem of mine, but I think that it works better here. Thoughts? It still needs some work, but I think the bones of it may have potential..?