the sunset over the atlantic
is truly a sight to see
the vast and level water
and the weak yet present breeze
the slowly sinking sun
like a steadily drowning ember
marked the end of the chapter
of a day i’d rather not remember
was it his physique or his hair
or his words or his touch
was it worth ending our love
for as little as such
the happy couples passing by
they haven’t got a notion
at this beautiful cold beach
my tears became an ocean
Nov 23, 2022
Nov 23, 2022 at 7:25 PM UTC
the sunset over the atlantic
is truly a sight to see
the vast and level water
and the weak yet present breeze
the slowly sinking sun
like a steadily drowning ember
marked the end of the chapter
of a day i’d rather not remember
was it his physique or his hair
or his words or his touch
was it worth ending our love
for as little as such
the happy couples passing by
they haven’t got a notion
at this beautiful cold beach
my tears became an ocean
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