Because
May 17th 2008 20:41
City lights & café fights
Scuffed spiked heels
Back glance longing
My morning collapses
Trail
Out of breathe
The night air snatches my throat
To sea we go yes to the sea
Bobbing boat waits for me
Beach
Where land meets the waves
Lightning spares frightened trees
I look for my sandy runaway shoes
as dawn speaks to living graves
through the hot lighthouse beam of my dream
~lily
Scuffed spiked heels
Back glance longing
My morning collapses
Trail
Out of breathe
The night air snatches my throat
To sea we go yes to the sea
Bobbing boat waits for me
Beach
Where land meets the waves
Lightning spares frightened trees
I look for my sandy runaway shoes
as dawn speaks to living graves
through the hot lighthouse beam of my dream
~lily
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