A house on the beach

a passed up vacation for a house on the beach

you get what you want

closed off

isolated

so far away the emerald waves can't reach us

the only existence is the pupils in our eyes

wandering left to right, carrying heavy irises

mine forever changing to the color of your shirt 

yours stay still

flickering memories

eyelids closing to the feel of my hand on your leg

a house on the beach, within a house on the beach

so far away the ever-changing colored waves cant reach you

but ill play in the sand

and listen to the wind

the wooden door whipping open and closed

open

and closed

you get what you want