SUMMER HEAT
My lips are cracked
Letting words slither out easily
Searching for what I lack
Besides sanity, obviously
I just need a drip
Only one drop
I'd kill for a sip
Please make it stop
It must be the heat talking
Because I can only think of one thing
The thought keeps me walking
In hope of what tomorrow may bring
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Sea of Dreams (poems)
PoetryPoetry by the sea. Whether its as light as the foam on the shore or as dark as the depths of the sea, the ocean brings new thoughts with every tide.
