her heart didnt beat, it crashed like waves

on the shore at four o'clock in the morning. 

i lived for those summers at the beach.

the lamp posts our nightlight, the boardwalk

our jungle gym. you begged me to win

you the life-size scooby doo, and who

was i to refuse. fifty bucks, babe. fifteen

shots and i finally sunk that rigged three

pointer. you spun me around and kissed

me like nobody was watching. the crowd

cheered at our childish antics. oh to be 

young and in love again - untouchable. 

the sunsets matched the color of our skin. 

the sensual yet casual act of lathering 

sun screen across your delicous flesh 

rattled the cage that tamed my inner deamons. 

the memories play back in slow motion 

like the movies. it seems like forever ago 

in this black and white old time photo. 

we were barely eighteen, tearing at the

seems of life and love. it's all my fault,

love, it's all my fault. i still go back every 

year just to hear the beat of your heart

as the waves crash the shore at four in the morning.