The waves slowly lap the shore
like a hand reaching for something distant
You sit wishing there was more
but the waters rhythm seems persistent
Examining cracks that the waves have worn
your mind is made up, but your heart remains torn
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
The waves slowly lap the shore
like a hand reaching for something distant
You sit wishing there was more
but the waters rhythm seems persistent
Examining cracks that the waves have worn
your mind is made up, but your heart remains torn
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