...heels on the beach...
Towering on wedges, brown high-waist corduroy shorts,
Big sun hat and a straw tote.
Soft dry breeze, hand in hand,
Sand touching the skin, kites on the horizon,
A single red balloon.
Pop, sizzle, sparkling wine,
Sand and wet condensation, the smell of seafood and fries.
Once trust is breached, it’s difficult to regain
Questioning every move, nothing seems to be the same
Increasingly insecure, heightening scrutiny I will endure
No matter how unfounded, you are to blame
With my secrets and trust to you I came
How can you not understand that is going on?
How can you be blind to where I am coming from?
My loyalty dissipates and back into my shell I crawl
How can you not catch me- just let me fall
It is you I blame
And forever nothing will be the same