It's 82 degrees in Clearwater Florida.
Sky is absolutely clear.
There's also a perfect breeze,
As I look into the ocean,
I let my feelings drift,
And my mind slip,
As i gaze into the big blue.
The waves crashing in tothe shore,
It's pure beauty and chaos.
Kind of like my relationship.
Past tense.
And yet the one thing I think it is,
If only I had this moment to share,
With someone...
That i love.
With her,
Its a blur.
Like the waves crashing against the shore.
Why did we have to close the door?
I don't know.
Its all just so scary.
And to be honest my feelings for you,
I carry. No. I bury them.
In this sand and the dirt and dust.
To understand that love could have been lust.
I don't think so...
It wasnt a show.
Not another play.
Those go you're way.
This one didn't.
Feelings are still feelings.
But theres a lesson in all this,
What you get,
Might not be,
What you wan't.
(Yes untilted part 43 is the official title becuase i have no clue what to name this one, lemme know in the comment if anyone gets a name for it though ;))
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