She had eyes like crazy oceans,
angered by the shoreline,
stepping on it's heels.
i miss them.
Maybe not tripping
over them everyday,
no.
But i wish they'd meet
with me tonight
just so they can **** me up
one or two more times
then i will return to write,
with sand slipping
through my fingers
slipping...
slipping...
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 6:03 PM UTC
She had eyes like crazy oceans,
angered by the shoreline,
stepping on it's heels.
i miss them.
Maybe not tripping
over them everyday,
no.
But i wish they'd meet
with me tonight
just so they can **** me up
one or two more times
then i will return to write,
with sand slipping
through my fingers
slipping...
slipping...
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