We stood at the edge of America
with our feet in the water
looking for shells
heavy storms at our backs.
The sun touched us just enough
to turn pink.
I found a sand dollar half buried
and hid it in my pocket to surprise you.
When everything turns loose
we can laugh about it over a few drinks.
I never wanted to belong here
I wanted you to belong to me.
How much longer will you be his?
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
We stood at the edge of America
with our feet in the water
looking for shells
heavy storms at our backs.
The sun touched us just enough
to turn pink.
I found a sand dollar half buried
and hid it in my pocket to surprise you.
When everything turns loose
we can laugh about it over a few drinks.
I never wanted to belong here
I wanted you to belong to me.
How much longer will you be his?