the pebbles on this beach,
each one a memory,
reminders of the time,
that belonged you and me,
when we walked hand in hand,
with bare feet on moist sand,
into the horizon,
like the ocean does with land,
we collected these pebbles,
as jewels from the sea,
you liked the oval ones,
I liked all you gave to me,
I found some more pebbles,
unlike any I've seen,
I wish you could see them,
they're kind of aquamarine,
if love were like pebbles,
mine would blanket this shore,
endlessly forever,
like I promised you before,
the pebbles on this beach,
I keep them here with me,
same place you left them,
right where they'll always be.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
the pebbles on this beach,
each one a memory,
reminders of the time,
that belonged you and me,
when we walked hand in hand,
with bare feet on moist sand,
into the horizon,
like the ocean does with land,
we collected these pebbles,
as jewels from the sea,
you liked the oval ones,
I liked all you gave to me,
I found some more pebbles,
unlike any I've seen,
I wish you could see them,
they're kind of aquamarine,
if love were like pebbles,
mine would blanket this shore,
endlessly forever,
like I promised you before,
the pebbles on this beach,
I keep them here with me,
same place you left them,
right where they'll always be.
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