Dear Someone XXIX

Dear Someone,

she’s made of wax, fighting the summer sun

dripping away into nothingness

the boys fall flat on their faces,

and I watch as she digs her stilettos into their skulls

but they still beg for one kiss off her lips

as if they were blessed

her jaded eyes are watching the crescendo of the sea

she is apart of the restless generation

she comes alive in summer air, and dies in autumn

Love,

Liv

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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