we wrote our names on the sand
filled it with hearts
and shells for embellishment
you wrote with the thicker end
of the stick, made deep marks
on the white sand
but you wrote it near the edge
and it was washed away
as water filled up
the spaces we made
we had no choice but to look on
and when it was over
you sighed,
i cried
our love was swallowed
by a whirlpool.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
we wrote our names on the sand
filled it with hearts
and shells for embellishment
you wrote with the thicker end
of the stick, made deep marks
on the white sand
but you wrote it near the edge
and it was washed away
as water filled up
the spaces we made
we had no choice but to look on
and when it was over
you sighed,
i cried
our love was swallowed
by a whirlpool.
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