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Dec 2016
He was my waves crashing onto the shore,
The summer breeze in my red hair
He was the coral blue on my ocean floor,
The sunset and the sunrise I'd stare

He was the distance I was willing to take
Just to feel the wanderlust in my veins
He was the mundanity I'd like to break
Just to hear the drops when it rained

He was the clarity before the storm
The thirst in an oasis,
Salt water when it turns to foam
He's the travel and it was ecstatic

He was paradise,
A beautiful, picturesque getaway
Oh he was paradise
But there was not enough time to stay

Like every beach you go,
Every escape you make
You have to leave and so,
That's what I had to take

As the waves crash one more time,
I feel the salty air on my bleached hair,
I push the gas and ready to drive
Looked at the rearview to see him there

He was my paradise,
But I had to go home
I couldn't find it in his eyes
Maybe we'll see each other in Rome
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