Over the waves
Of the crashing sea
Is an island
Just for me.
The palm trees roll
And the wind will blow
Into the dust of sand.
"He isn't your man."
Lifeless bodies
Upon the shore.
I don't know what's mine
And what's yours.
Our ships have crashed
In imperil doom.
We couldn't stop
What was to come soon.
tayleerhi
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A Sad Poet
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