By Arcassin Burnham


i know you all too well,
and sometimes you give me space,
dont want to end up in hell,
for making the same mistakes,
we listen to the sounds of the ocean,
and walk out to the sea,
she wanted the waves to be imaginary,
where did we go wrong,
in this night,
on this beach,
where did we go wrong,
for me your love,
is what i can teach.