kateej
wishing for a black velvet curtain to pull over the sun.
not yet.
i'm not ready yet.
There is only one place
Where you can get the wind with a taste of salt.
Only one place
Where you can bury your toes in sand
Washed out with the tide
before the three words were even written
Standing with the forgetful tide
stick in hand waiting to try again.
I love yo..damn.