I listened to the waves earlier this morning,
Even if they were not real.
There was also rain, plenty of rain, and weirdly,
As plenty of seagulls.
The sand was covering my mind, and my toes,
And the imaginary surfists were high on the mood.
Heavy-hearted storm taking all of me is gone,
Washed away by the shadow of all the tall waves.
It's really
'bout
to topple
over me tho
and I swim so terribly, Hon'.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
I listened to the waves earlier this morning,
Even if they were not real.
There was also rain, plenty of rain, and weirdly,
As plenty of seagulls.
The sand was covering my mind, and my toes,
And the imaginary surfists were high on the mood.
Heavy-hearted storm taking all of me is gone,
Washed away by the shadow of all the tall waves.
It's really
'bout
to topple
over me tho
and I swim so terribly, Hon'.
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