The lonely shore on which you would stay
In the sunset, cold nights, every single day

A frenzied heart beats to beat death
Here you feel her in your every breath

The eyes gleaming in the night of despair
Glare at you saying a silent little prayer

She came as a wave dressed like a storm
Now she hangs like a painting deform

You still look at the shore from a distance
In attempt to forget her withering existence