Unexpected

March 2, 2014

My temperature was set,

no other warmth can reach it yet,

two feet in the water,

never even got my knees wet,

Sun bright, not a cloud in sight,

perfect breeze everything was right,

crashing waves, but not a single fight

lost in the horizon, always looking ahead,

heartwarming colors emitting from my bed,

quickly turning black from words left unsaid,

lost in my own environment, this moment I dread,

refuse to accept, reality I fled,

but night has finally fallen, and the sunlight is dead.

hopefully we can survive the night,

and put on one more fight

come on love, I really don’t bite

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