Missing the way you kiss me
Wishing that you would miss me
Feeling the sound of wind
When will it ever end
Like the constant sound of the beach breeze
Thats supposed to make me relax
Am i mad to have had a bad past
Step foot in the sand
Leave your mark in it
For now you seem permanent
But when the wind blows and the oxean current flows
I know
That your print will disappear
But for now
Here lies the hole you left me with
