Shells lay across the beach, the scores my eye as my knees feel week. I lone to stand above the waves, when life brings you down it all caves. Optical solutions, words to break my delusion. As the sun surly sets in the west, I will feel her warmth from the east after I rest.
Purple flower made of Play Dough, fills my dreams with hope in my little borough. Sweet sent of snow, my heart swells with a familiar glow. The eyes of our youth calls to beggar, the next time we meet shall I forget the weather.