BEACH OF LOVE

by

Mark Ian Martin

Laying out in the sun
Cocktails rule my head
Hear the waves break on the shore
Skin just turns to red

Watching children play their games
Sand pies knock them down
No emotions in their minds
Just the same old funny clown

Beach balls
Ice creams, lemonade
Sinking in the sand
I remember I was young
On a beach of love
Holding Daddies hand

Look at them, they are bathing nude
Hankeys in their eyes
Turn away don't look it's rude
I'm just a child in a man's disguise

NEXT?
Why don't you look at What If ?
by: Joe Fazio
from: Beverly Hills, CA, US

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