The way the moon hits the water
Is the feeling of the lost hope you gave me
A beautiful moon came down from space to be with me
Little I knew it was reflective
as are you
Reflective
Knowing that I wasn't alone
I had many stars to be there for me
And when I went to the shore it would be you And all my friends
I skipped a rock to count how many times it took to convince myself I was in an abusive relationship and I saw as the water warned the rock of its drowning
That you, my friends, my family
Were all just reflective and I
Sat there in the sand
Lighting a fire to see the smoke rise
And call you back down
Yet you never did
I was never warned
I was going to drown
I didn't even skip
And neither did you
The fire tonight
Looks a lot
Like our
Dead
Lost
Memories
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
The way the moon hits the water
Is the feeling of the lost hope you gave me
A beautiful moon came down from space to be with me
Little I knew it was reflective
as are you
Reflective
Knowing that I wasn't alone
I had many stars to be there for me
And when I went to the shore it would be you And all my friends
I skipped a rock to count how many times it took to convince myself I was in an abusive relationship and I saw as the water warned the rock of its drowning
That you, my friends, my family
Were all just reflective and I
Sat there in the sand
Lighting a fire to see the smoke rise
And call you back down
Yet you never did
I was never warned
I was going to drown
I didn't even skip
And neither did you
The fire tonight
Looks a lot
Like our
Dead
Lost
Memories
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