perhaps i make
too many metaphors
about the ocean.
but i can't help
but compare you to a wave,
for each time i've almost got you,
you recede back to whence you came,
into the tide.
(a.m.)
perhaps i make
too many metaphors
about the ocean.
but i can't help
but compare you to a wave,
for each time i've almost got you,
you recede back to whence you came,
into the tide.
(a.m.)
