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May 2015
If she was his ocean
And he was her sky,
What happens past the horizon?
What happens
When the skies are stormy
And are unclear
Hidden away beyind
Bursts of thunder yells
And night time lightning?
What will the ocean do then?
I miss you.
And I don't know, I known its so selfish but I miss feeling loved by you.
I'm so sorry I'm such a selfish ******* but I miss the love.

By karen o
Written by
Creep  F
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