oceans as deep as my dreams; waves crashing down on me your last words so bitter, so cold; the tide rises over my sorrowful face, choking on my final words to you; feelings i never meant, how i wish i could take back those things your swollen eyes have made me say. the wind blows the earthly sand west i am deceived by the smells; they linger evermore in your temple at the waterfront; a handful of rose petals, wence thrown, how they run from each other in the churning of the sea; they run like your love did your undying love for me. unbelievable - the word you used to use for me; how appropriate i am feeling that was, for that's what you meant when you took your belief from me. is our love still there, entwined with the passion in your sheets? or has the ocean carried it far, far away like the milk i sipped passionately that you once gave freely to me? the current pulls me under, of this i'm not afraid, i shall not even hold my breath; nothing compares, nothing could ever compare, to the scents that burn deep inside of me, the memory of your breath and neck and Design that still lingers in my heart, that burns me up every moment of every day. i dwindle like the refraction of the sun, to seek the depths of this ocean, to lurk the bottom like some wraith, waiting to catch a glimpse, a glimmer, a shard of light sent bouncing through the sea, from some place on shore, your sacred place on shore, your temple at the waterfront; i wait like a single discarded petal waiting to feel your caressBirth sign: Not entered
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