Why does my mind fly away,
To a seaside, near the bay?
Why does the balmy sea breeze,
Sprinkle me with the spray?
Why does the sound of the lashing waves,
Come to my ears?
Why does the cold foamy water,
Taste like salty tears…?
Why does the grains of sand,
Crunch beneath my feet?
Why does the wind caress my face,
As it whistles through the trees?
Why does it I feel like I am not alone,
Even though, I know I am?
Why does it feel like my heart is not with me,
Yet I live, as I can…
3 comments:
youre probably being haunted.
lame, I know.
nice post though.
Well written...u have come of age finally..:-)
Very warm..and equally cold...
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