A Childhood Tale
We crouched down in the sandCreating landscapes out of shells and long grass
He wasn't even fourteen
I just wanted him to like me
We had crashing waves in the back of our mind
And the bright midday sun blurring our sight
He had red hair, too shy to be smart
I was a tall and gangly one
I was young enough to still be innocent back then
He might not have been, but I still believed
He always ignored me, but I liked being there
Because that beach had a way of blowing away your cares
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