I've been waking up on the Atlantic lately
Dreaming of the Pacific
Which spills into the black and white
An all too-easy specific
It's been too long since holding hands
And look upon her face
Recalled so vague her musical tones
How delicate her taste
Waking up in Ocean City lately
While my heart beats for Portland
Sitting alone at the edge of these docks
Awaiting a sign of importance
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Chapter 99/99/9999
PoesiaThis prose is a deep dive into the creative self from the silence and solitude of confinement. Chapter 99/99/9999 is a journey through the good, the bad, and the ugly; and covers a wide range of stationary emotion- the ebb and flow of guilt, love, h...
