She was the ever untamed tide,
and I the beaten shore.
She was always coming in,
then fleeing out, once more.
And as the shore, awaits the sea
so to did I await her kiss.
And much like a neap-tide shore ,
she's the one thing that I miss
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
She was the ever untamed tide,
and I the beaten shore.
She was always coming in,
then fleeing out, once more.
And as the shore, awaits the sea
so to did I await her kiss.
And much like a neap-tide shore ,
she's the one thing that I miss
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