One simple thing,
ending it by a strand at a time.
You were a hollow summers eve
trapped in the rays of sunlight.
A wave too perfect to out tumble
the sea's current.
A heartbeat to quick to withstand
a seniors body.
And a smile too great that tried to make the earth crumble.
You'll always be my world's struggle.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
One simple thing,
ending it by a strand at a time.
You were a hollow summers eve
trapped in the rays of sunlight.
A wave too perfect to out tumble
the sea's current.
A heartbeat to quick to withstand
a seniors body.
And a smile too great that tried to make the earth crumble.
You'll always be my world's struggle.
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