Liquid Sunset
Sand in my pockets, shells in my shoes
wrinkled up fingers with nothing to lose
Sun on my back, glint in my eyes
turning away from the blazing sunrise
Trip on my mind, rolling like wind
itching like nervousness about to begin
Heart on my sleeve, brain on your words
stuffing them into my memory disturbed
The sea's calling me, I'm losing regrets
I'll be there at dusk for the liquid sunset...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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