It's a darling thing.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Rain in Waves

Rain in Waves



My red toes play in the dark sand.

The sun beats strong, and the rain falls soft.

Alone with the waves, not wishing you were here.

They warned me, and I'd like to say I knew better.

It wasn't a dramatic end, and I'll pretend like I understand.

I'll pretend it was real, the way I lingered on your lips.

I'll pretend I'm made of steel, because you steal hearts.

Forgive me, but I don't run from a beach when it rains,

I get drenched.




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