lame title boxes....The Deep Blue Sea isn't so Blue Anymore~lame title boxes....
The beach is ours for the taking tonight With so much to grasp, it proposes a challenge To distinguish what does and doesn't belong to us But we do know who it doesn't and won't belong to Because the life guard leaves as the sun is setting He has to be inside before the stars can shine And he doesn't enjoy seeing the empty coast It brings back dismal memories of his childhood Which isn't a war worth fighting in his opinion
Though don't get me wrong, there are a few stragglers But please don't be bothered of anyone el
title boxes are too short....I Stopped Crying After the Third Reminiscing~title boxes are too short....
Approaching my grandfather on Christmas Eve to hear his story The same nostalgia he would recite to me every year Alzheimer's seems to have that effect on so many It's been a decade now, I know the words as much as him But I can't neglect the earliest memory he can recollect When he served eight dreadful years in Vietnam during the war Now that's all he will unfortunately speak to me about
A hug and kiss on the cheek, his way of breaking the ice Despite the cold weather, the water doesn't get too thick here His hands
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