Oceans

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You may think I'm listening,
But I'm really not.
All I can hear, are waves crashing.
And the alarming feeling, that wasn't self-taught.
My feet are curled against the sand.
Please, tell me what caused the force of that door slam?
What reminds me of you,
Is the ocean's beautiful blue.

Do you remember what you said?
Or, would you rather believe it was all dead?
The sound of the waves, helps me remember that special day,
Of all the promises you had made.

The charm, that hangs around my neck,
Holds the strongest memory, I never wish to forget.
After our fight, how is it I ended up here?
It must be the long-drive than anywhere that was near.
What drove me here today,
Was to just take a glimpse down memory lane.
What brought me here today, was the way you used to say,
We would be together - forever and ever,
Until the end of our days.

Sincerely, The Poetical PainedWhere stories live. Discover now