The quiet drunkens me
Your voice is sobering
Our eyes dance; syncrony
but our mouths stumble for words implicitly.
"Don't let him be your first everything."
That's what they all tell me.
But the waves roll to shore
and the sand becomes new, as always
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:38 PM UTC
The quiet drunkens me
Your voice is sobering
Our eyes dance; syncrony
but our mouths stumble for words implicitly.
"Don't let him be your first everything."
That's what they all tell me.
But the waves roll to shore
and the sand becomes new, as always