Monthly Archives: May 2016

it’s all messy

Words were not in their place… wind already carries the warmth of summer, it was making the air more difficult to breath. Sand was all over their body covering a much to red and hot skin. Music was just a breeze, an actual breeze making the waves. Palm trees, one empty beach, dark and late outside…the only light was in the water and it was coming from the moon
Salty skin and messy hair, sand… it was a mess…
Words were not in their place

medals made of gold

Reckless child

Your eyes, your sparkling eyes. You were talking fast and loud… I couldn’t follow your words. Your eyes were talking too. My thoughts about your eyes… you had some lights and you were standing close, to close. Damn your eyes…. I couldn’t think. Some things you were saying, I should’ve know… I couldn’t listen. So now I’ve said it, so now I know your eyes.