I rise and fall like the ocean tides
I wax and wane like the moon
I fall into patterns, routines
Like the waves on the shore pulling me back in
The moon rises fully and pushes me to shore again
The ups and downs
The rise and fall
The nights when the moon has taken her leave
Those are the nights I can finally breathe
Waves crash upon me in words, riddles, and mixed signals
The crescent moon giggles with pleasure as she watches the waves
Pull me in and push me back again
A pattern
A routine
The waves and the moon
Slowly wrecking me
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC
I rise and fall like the ocean tides
I wax and wane like the moon
I fall into patterns, routines
Like the waves on the shore pulling me back in
The moon rises fully and pushes me to shore again
The ups and downs
The rise and fall
The nights when the moon has taken her leave
Those are the nights I can finally breathe
Waves crash upon me in words, riddles, and mixed signals
The crescent moon giggles with pleasure as she watches the waves
Pull me in and push me back again
A pattern
A routine
The waves and the moon
Slowly wrecking me
