Samantha

Whoever owns the right, across a wind hushed dune, makes you wonder why, you keep a cheerful tone, relegate the blues, watch him on the go, forget the bitter times, all the cool untruths, he skims across the tide, living dreams without a phone, always glad to see you, a place that life postponed, the air splashes at night, arriving in a fog bound loop, do you tolerate his lies, reach for holy stones, kid yourself not to look, what you open, he whistles songs passing by, laughs and hums a tune, says it's stupid to lie, you regard him as a fool.