Everynight, Mi Amor, I walk by the shore
Aware of the danger, but I'm not scared anymore
This is the place you saved me, my savior
When will I see you again, dearest sailor?
YOU ARE READING
Waves
PoetryEvery stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
