Staring at the sea,just one more time
before the waves
might crash into me
and burn me
Burn me with the moonlight that has been dragging it all this while
All these storms it creates,
and all the bluish paint it spreads all over
gives only pain
besides,
who ever cared if the moon did that to just anyone?
It was ruthless,and it broke many hearts
it always did that
And who knew?
who? other than the shores and those empty airs..