i remember the way you used to smile
when we walk the white sands of the bay
your emerald eyes coaxing me to smile
but now it's all washed away
your brown skin shining against the sun
the pink hat that you love to wear so much
its all burned in the back of my brain
it stings like the wounds that I have touched
above the waters, you dance to the shore
i saw you and my heart leapt in disarray
sleeping peacefully with no such snore
i will never go back to that old bay.
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the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
