she was alone,
listening to the sea
the sunset she wanted to see
up until the twilight she believed
white foam, mermaids hadn't been freed
Lorde was playing,
from the speakers she sang
in the sea, in the waves, she danced
the warm water of the night splashed
she was, by the chilling wind, gently caressed
she was alone,
or so she thought
people were there
but she did not care
about the hair
in her face,
as she looked at the space,
at the stars, at Mars
wet her clothes became,
as her summer heart longed to find another one
of his kind,
he did not find
where are all the summer hearts,
all the lost souls?
are they all playing a part?
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poems and proses about love
PuisiA collection of poems and short stories about love and all of the feelings that come with it.
