Our Black And White

Apr 4, 2023

1 min read

Updated: Sep 16, 2025

By Jessica

Sparkler in our hands

we run around on the beach

barefoot, bright sunsets

a little like snow on the beach

when everything seems weird

because it falls into place

I look up

I look down and around

but there is no sign of the sadness

we ran away from

It seems like yesterday

when I cried out my eyes

and look at me now

when I dig up my lies

By Jessica

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