you always had a pull on me;
you were my moon,
and I, your tide
many moonless nights have passed since the moment you decided it was over
the waves cease to crash against the shore
stagnant
the vast, black ocean
waits for someone to wade in
swim around
and make her feel whole
again.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
you always had a pull on me;
you were my moon,
and I, your tide
many moonless nights have passed since the moment you decided it was over
the waves cease to crash against the shore
stagnant
the vast, black ocean
waits for someone to wade in
swim around
and make her feel whole
again.
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