Do you remember that time,
when you didn't chose your steps?
Walking, skipping, running, twirling,
Those impressions, that eye color?
Today sinks deeper through trenches of black.
Each heart trying to just make. it. make. it.
Hey you, blonde ocean waves,
Please splash, crash and pour down.
Don't worry; smile, and love the rest,
because that heart still makes it. makes it.
