we were young, we were wrong
why is it that every word i utter falls flat on the space in front of me, and nobody notices. and i could not capture how this all tastes, feels, smells, looks, sounds.
taste? the saltwater spraying on my face, the wind is tugging at my hair, the boat rocking under me in a sweet, sad lulluby.
he stands in front. he is the son of the sea, my golden boy. i wish i could trade my life for his. seep into his coffee colored skin. and not be the girl just watching as the sun kisses the sea. his life was.. i could almost taste it.
taste? the saltwater spraying on my face, the wind is tugging at my hair, the boat rocking under me in a sweet, sad lulluby.
he stands in front. he is the son of the sea, my golden boy. i wish i could trade my life for his. seep into his coffee colored skin. and not be the girl just watching as the sun kisses the sea. his life was.. i could almost taste it.