Hold me tightly,
while we hold hands,
the cold breeze,
the sand between our toes,
the water is freezing,
the sunset is bright,
an Irish girl,
an American guy,
how magical is that?
Me bitching,
You rapping,
Me laughing,
You cracking jokes,
Me trying to push you,
You picking me up,
how we both laugh.
The guys playing frisbee,
filming a music video,
no one else about,
take me,
and hold me,
As you,
just imagine that.
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Poetry by Molly Cronin
PoetryHello! Welcome to a book that is entirely different, full of poetry based on my life, exes, 'friends', one-sided love and other things that I hope people can relate to so enjoy.
