A Bottle Full Of ShellsMy gangling useless boy. This story in this group is not quite fair or true. You did love me, but you are not brave enough. Not brave enough to be the man you always wished you were.
I lay on the beach once. A tiny cove on a small island. The sand white and the sea turquoise. The sun caressing my skin and sparkling off the waves. I lay and collected the smallest of shells, so small i used the tips of my fingers to pick them up.... they lay fragile in the palm of my hand. Once home, I emptied a bottle of fairy dust and filled it full of shells . I never gave it to you, and I'm looking at it now....
You were wrong you know.
KatarinaVonSweet 36-40, F 4 Responses 5 Jul 1, 2012