You don’t belong on golden sands
Holding hands
Smiling into the sunset.
You have miles to go on rocky roads
On paths cemented with lies
Disheveled bits of all the hearts you chewed and then spat out
Do you really think the sun will set on your behaviour and rise on your command?
Do you really think you can burn the hand that holds your head on her lap
And ever go back ?
You don’t belong on beaches
In blue waters
With anyone’s daughters.
So stay on rougher ground
Be a hog and sink in mud
Because golden sands are made for the good.
(C) Slumpless
