Our love was endless as the grains in sand,
and when the sea and wind welcomed you in
the middle of the night, across the land
I travel, wishing for your matching grin.
The waves were sweet, unlike any other,
a voice drawing spider webs on your skin,
you had the haste to forget a lover.
And I do not blame you but I wonder-
Shall I compare thee to a short lived love?
Shall I call thee but a true love still?
In flight now is nothing but a dove,
below are hunters with thirst for a ****
My dear, we are but two stars in the sky,
soon you will see that I’ve drawn an end nigh.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Our love was endless as the grains in sand,
and when the sea and wind welcomed you in
the middle of the night, across the land
I travel, wishing for your matching grin.
The waves were sweet, unlike any other,
a voice drawing spider webs on your skin,
you had the haste to forget a lover.
And I do not blame you but I wonder-
Shall I compare thee to a short lived love?
Shall I call thee but a true love still?
In flight now is nothing but a dove,
below are hunters with thirst for a ****
My dear, we are but two stars in the sky,
soon you will see that I’ve drawn an end nigh.
Written for eighth grade English class
