Today is the last day of National Poetry Writing Month :O I’m going to try and catch up, here’s number 18. The rest will come through the day so enjoy 😀
smoking silly things
and sitting on old tires.
Talking about the future
or so we believed,
our minds were wondering
through pale diamond seas.
The water splashed over the sparkling sand
and we smiled at the longing rocks,
sneaking from my backyard
in nothing but our socks.
I don’t know what tomorrow brings,
perhaps a cotton bed of lies
but we’ll keep sitting on the beach
burning blue skies.