Soft waves, dark sky
Warm sand, we lie
Can you hear
The song of the sea
When you walked over
And stood beside me
Your heart
Was all I heard
Calling
Like a little love bird
Rain pour
Downfall
Those were the moments
I lived for
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
