sea breeze in blue and curly hair. Bowie playing solfy as waves crash adding to the accidental aethstetic. Nipples bearly hanging onto fabric as hands roam her body. His mind in a trance at the beauty he is lucky enough to have all of. Soon fining fragile feet walking together towards her house lying on soft sheets and sin soon finding it's why under the covers with them. Next day at school together in a small room exchanging looks as science isn't the first thing on their mind. The next week he finds himself alone in the same room, exchanging text messages about her mental state. Worried all that he is by her in hospital once again. For her this is a regular thing not thinking twice about what they are giving her. Depression looming at the window as her sea king keeps guard. Autumn soon in its early stages as he and her are at their final. Now just friends. Laying alone in their own beds depression no longer looming but in every crevice of her room. In the sheets and in her head with no one their to protect her and all she could wish for is for him to join her.
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Idealistic
PoetryWho knows if you can even call it poetry. What I write is derived from what I observe from others, my brain and my experiences in this word.
