We waltzed
into love to
the gentle rock
from the 1950s.
You always said
they were your
favorite with your
hands on my waist.
And I gave small
smiles and sways,
lost between the
strings of an acoustic.
We lost ourselves
as the time-slot
passed with no
more sweetness.
And I wrapped
an arm behind
your neck, as you
turned to sand.
Now, I can taste
the ocean in each breath,
and I shake what's
left off my clothes.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
