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She is the foam of the sea Untouched and innocent Smooth dancing on the waves Every so slight movement making her seem vulnerable But still in the most dominant way She is slim so she can fit into the distance between his fingertips when he spreads his arms to beg for her She is drowning him He is inferior He is the travelling wave Never loosing his feeling of rythm Playing the same song every day Dancing to it Looking for his perfect match I am the puzzled Sand Sticking to everything but nowhere wanted Uneven, rough and misshaped An offence to every coast I am out of place He is an unfinished artwork Beautiful look of imperfection A clear water beast Rising explosive and Settleing gentle She loves the song he sings It's like he is singing to her The foam clings so good to the shifting water And together they create The perfect sea Every edge uncurling The unremarkable sand in their way But with every dance they dance in union Parts of me are teared apart And send to every cardinal direction By the fair-minded elements Until nothing of the sand remains So the sea is eventually merged Joyfull dancing and singing The song of freedom and affection She is the foam of the sea and he is the travelling wave I am washed away
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
I am washed away
She is the foam of the sea Untouched and innocent Smooth dancing on the waves Every so slight movement making her seem vulnerable But still in the most dominant way She is slim so she can fit into the distance between his fingertips when he spreads his arms to beg for her She is drowning him He is inferior He is the travelling wave Never loosing his feeling of rythm Playing the same song every day Dancing to it Looking for his perfect match I am the puzzled Sand Sticking to everything but nowhere wanted Uneven, rough and misshaped An offence to every coast I am out of place He is an unfinished artwork Beautiful look of imperfection A clear water beast Rising explosive and Settleing gentle She loves the song he sings It's like he is singing to her The foam clings so good to the shifting water And together they create The perfect sea Every edge uncurling The unremarkable sand in their way But with every dance they dance in union Parts of me are teared apart And send to every cardinal direction By the fair-minded elements Until nothing of the sand remains So the sea is eventually merged Joyfull dancing and singing The song of freedom and affection She is the foam of the sea and he is the travelling wave I am washed away
The poem is about two people falling in Love while another one loves one of them but is in their way. Everything compared to the sea. (3rd wheel) It's my first one so sorry for any mistakes ...
#love#sadness#soulmate#3rdwheel
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
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