11/01/25

#13 7rying Hard

Empty shores, I want you here.
Seven seas for us, my dear.
Indigo wailing through the sky,
Wishing eyes leave stars awry.

Clenched hands give the only warm,
When in cold sand our feet sink.
Waiting for waves in midnight calm,
To cleanse sordid acts on the brink.

A melancholic deep blue seeps inside,
Only to simply be washed away.
Hand in hand, waiting for a tide,
Waiting for the next day.

Silver shadows always win,
As we walk new paths they pave.
With heavy hair and a heavy grin.
I wait with you, for the next wave.


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