The Tide
...
With my eyes closed I can
Still picture your footsteps in the sand
Still I can't make them stay
The tide, the monster I can't fight,
Cradles and rocks you away
On the shore,
Just beyond my reach,
is where I keep the fondest memories of you
Sometimes the moon hits just right and I remember:
Those days you stayed
Those days you looked at me, licked your lips, and
I knew...
Just for a moment...
You had a taste of my name
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