If you started a fire
I doubt
that I'd put it out.
I'd sit back
and watch it burn,
dreaming of the ocean
and the sound of water.
The roar of the waves
inside of my ears
would **** the flames.
For me at least.
Maybe not for you.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
If you started a fire
I doubt
that I'd put it out.
I'd sit back
and watch it burn,
dreaming of the ocean
and the sound of water.
The roar of the waves
inside of my ears
would **** the flames.
For me at least.
Maybe not for you.
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