The lonely shore on which you would stay
In the sunset, cold nights, every single day
A frenzied heart beats to beat death
Here you feel her in your every breath
The eyes gleaming in the night of despair
Glare at you saying a silent little prayer
She came as a wave dressed like a storm
Now she hangs like a painting deform
You still look at the shore from a distance
In attempt to forget her withering existence