i hear the waves
coming from the sea
i hear the wind
coming from the sea
i feel like home
but can a beach be home?
i sit right here, on the blanket
my skin is burning from the sun.
the hot weather came as summer
has began
and i just sit and watch my strawberries
into that bowl.
it's getting hotter
even in shadows.
i seek for my water
before i am done
she's here
i know
i feel
i smell that vanilla taste
she's always going with that scent
she's here
i know.
finally
i see her
i stood up
and i stopped seeing anything around -
it was me and her.
me and her.
she didn't let me go
i didn't let her go
her arms are home for me
she's here for me
and i - for her.
she saw those strawberries
her face was full of blush.
she's so cute
so pure
so angelic.
she's mine
it's me
her
and our red strawberries.
she brought here oranges... i love them the way she loves those berries
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a girl. her
Short StoryFirst try letting my feelings out. May it be the first pancake ever - not the one that you've been hoping, but maybe better than the worst. I hope every reader will feel more or less, see themselves more or less in these words and sentences. I hope...
