I wrote a poem about you
that I didn't want to keep
so I wrote it by the ocean
in the sand beneath my feet
I sat there by it silently
listening to the waves
just watching the tide come in
at the end of this pensive day
As the sea gently rolled in
and washed away the words
salty tears began to fall
as the ocean took away the hurt
I will never share with you
the words written in the sand
I'll never kiss those lips I long to
or feel the gentle caress of your hands
I remain seated here alone
the poem just a memory in my mind
a pain still lingers within my heart
a mixture of loss and longing combined
One day I'll retrace the words again
in the glorious golden sand
maybe you'll see them this time
and just maybe you'll understand
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
I wrote a poem about you
that I didn't want to keep
so I wrote it by the ocean
in the sand beneath my feet
I sat there by it silently
listening to the waves
just watching the tide come in
at the end of this pensive day
As the sea gently rolled in
and washed away the words
salty tears began to fall
as the ocean took away the hurt
I will never share with you
the words written in the sand
I'll never kiss those lips I long to
or feel the gentle caress of your hands
I remain seated here alone
the poem just a memory in my mind
a pain still lingers within my heart
a mixture of loss and longing combined
One day I'll retrace the words again
in the glorious golden sand
maybe you'll see them this time
and just maybe you'll understand
This came from a conversation about my fear of being stranded without pen and paper. It went a completely different way, but I followed my heart
: )
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