Outstretched bays,
con-caved crevasses, chevrons two by two.
At force through the mountains,
counting the moments as the seconds slip through the hour glass.
The hours pass, alas.
The quay whispered in fleeting moments,
the gradient of the sand permeates against the soles of your feet.
Soon that notion is washed away as the tide of the ocean collides with the tip of your toes.
Take me home,
or take me somewhere new at least.
How can I rest in peace when your life's in pieces and you second guess every second thing I say?
I'm broken now, outspoken and jaded from the days despair.
You're desperate and you'll never be the same but we go on as if nothings happened and as if nothing matters then,
nothing will change.
Take me back to the daybreak,
take me back to your uncorrupted mind and youth,
speak your truth to me one last time so we can go home together and never go
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