Every night it's the same routine
Makeup off
Hair in bun
Headphones in
Ocean on
Waves try drowning out the sound of your laughter
I pick out a certain melodic pattern
I close my eyes and drift to sleep
Listening to the oceans beat.
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Poems From a Lonely Poet
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Ocean's Beat
Every night it's the same routine
Makeup off
Hair in bun
Headphones in
Ocean on
Waves try drowning out the sound of your laughter
I pick out a certain melodic pattern
I close my eyes and drift to sleep
Listening to the oceans beat.