she's a california girl
but the song could never do her justice
she's a sweet wind, calypso's muse
pushing a sailboat swiftly
across the water
there's only one passenger
who drifts away
with the incoming tide
she's a california girl
but when the storm comes
she has no clue
keep on shining bright
sunny days for sunlit faces
because we're worried for you
when the water gets higher
the waves in her hair
match those that come
rushing rushing rushing
making commotion in the ocean
there's only one passenger
who stays afloat to watch
as the walls aspire to be driftwood
keep dreaming big, california girl
tread lightly above the water
and listen to the sirens
as they call you home
as they call you home
as they call you home
as they call you home
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
