Scrawled in the Sand

I hear the gentle chop of the sea

Where this love be stills my heart

My cries set the early morning free

And the miles that tear us apart

The air reached its weight capacity 

How tangible this subtropical night

Drowning me with its balmy opacity

Before the dawn’s tranquil light

If you ever feel a draft

I’ll be the one against your skin

The mighty clouds have laughed

But the sun won’t let them win

I wait on the shore as it rises

A reflection of you fades from my side

Just another of my fate’s guises

Washing the life from me come high tide

 

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