Coquina

What it felt like to grow up, and fall in love, in this historic town by the shore.

You threw a tin heart box off the sea wall,

not knowing what was inside.

I hope it cracks, and the ocean cleans,

all that I had to hide.

No, but we're alive.

We're bleeding, but alive.

We're broken, but still kicking,

swimming,

back to see the sky.

Grey coquina, dirty sand,

It's where we fell in love.

Where my heart will always be;

Sun beating from above.

We collect old bottles, drinks of the past,

Memories that will always last. 

Our faces, reflected in the glass.

No, but we're alive.

Of course, we're still alive.

What could kill a bond like this?

Two people meant to die. 

Will love always feel like 

warm coquina on bare skin?

Will I always taste the sea-salt,

swimming in that heart-shaped tin?

Author's Note

<3 with all my heart, C.E.M.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

.......heck-a yeah! The only bit that's a bit troubling in its musicality is the section beginning "We collect old bottles" and ending in "reflected in the glass". Just seems like there needs to be another line that complements them before the chorus. This is otherwise amazing as always, Cait! When ya gonna start making headway to print!? Well done!