You are the Moon and my heart is the tide.
Constantly pushing
and pulling.
This back and forth,
frothing and crashing turbulent wave cycle,
it's exhausting.
I cling to the bow of this ship,
hoping the calm between stretches longer this time.
Why couldn't I have fallen in love with a placid river?
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
You are the Moon and my heart is the tide.
Constantly pushing
and pulling.
This back and forth,
frothing and crashing turbulent wave cycle,
it's exhausting.
I cling to the bow of this ship,
hoping the calm between stretches longer this time.
Why couldn't I have fallen in love with a placid river?
