Beaches

These dried out dates taste of holidays your breath is beaches from a Hawaii place

It's sinking under beneath the wall the drooping sun in your eyes hanging low

It feels not ok cause it hurts so bad unexplained while we whilter away

It's never easy even the simplest way can turn the pages and set it all ablaze

Just walking feels nice

Starry eyes the real prize bend my thoughts breed paradise

The sofa's warm the smell of rice permeating from the kitchen round 9

It's nice to have it self love is avid but there are times that I need your pick me up

And so do you I love you more it's the evening and the sun is sinking low

It's not that bad even when we fight cause that depression fucks off in your arms at night