Golden sands

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

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