Beach walking


Two figures walked along the beach. He wore a red beanie that tamed the wild blond curls underneath, and hid a smashed beer can—flat and circular—in his hand. She had on a tank top with hakuna matata written, and made futile attempts to keep her long black hair out of her face.

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Carry her to bed

Whisper in deaf ear, goodbye

Love aches to survive.



Hello everyone. Here’s a haiku for you guys to enjoy 🙂 College is really revving up and I’ve been busy, busy, busy. But hopefully I can take some time out of the week to write some more simple, but provoking poems!