olas

i won't make it off either coast, backs bend, bows break, because we hunt each other, i can't shake off your summer ghost, shapes bend, seas ache, because we haunt each other, in a former life we were tied, to each other by the string of a kite, we can't take flight tied, to a beached whale, i can't say what i'll miss the most, headwinds, or crow's beak, filling a wide eyed summer, i can't shake off your lonely ghost, the great end where tides break, before. in a former life we were tied, to each other by the string of a kite, we can't take flight tied, to a beached whale, in a former life we were tied, to each other by the string of a kite, we can't take flight tied, to a beached whale, in a former life we were tied, to each other by the string of a kite, we can't take flight tied, to a beached whale, in a former life we were tied, to each other by the string of a kite, we can't take flight tied, to a beached whale