Hook

Hook

A Poem by Wavesnotwar

Where is the man with a hook for a hand?
We will ask him to drive us to the sea
As I stood there
with my wine colored hair
I don't think he could recognize me
So I sat underneath the buckeye tree
waiting and passing time
I count the days until the sea will be mine

© 2016 Wavesnotwar


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Added on May 25, 2016
Last Updated on May 25, 2016

Author

Wavesnotwar
Wavesnotwar

Toledo, OH



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A Poem by Wavesnotwar