'Tis quite balmy here by the bay
dally I may and sand I play...
I’m still haunted by the memories
I’m drowning from all the pain...
You are not water,
maybe one day when your bed turns cold...
not entirely sure why I ache
every time my body wants to move...
I could not once revive your heart
after the break of day...
1.
there was a day I had silken skin...
if only laying on the beach was still enjoyable
where a summer breeze flows through the sand...
these whispering words spark life
with no end...
Memos to a Lost Love
Yesterdays, I saw you standing underneath a blue...
Those whimper wails - those windy moans
Nostalgic beasts it trails of sombre undertones...
I behest a star that caught my eye;
be true from afar, shine - shine brighter in the...
echoing distant sounds
if I screamed would she hear the uproar...