The wood creaks beneath your feet
As you pass over me
My waves slow down just to crash against the shore
To touch your skin
To dampen your clothes
You stand in the meadow
Just out of my reach but when my waves get high
You ride my waves
Leaving your red dress on the beach
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
The wood creaks beneath your feet
As you pass over me
My waves slow down just to crash against the shore
To touch your skin
To dampen your clothes
You stand in the meadow
Just out of my reach but when my waves get high
You ride my waves
Leaving your red dress on the beach
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