An ocean of waves
crashing to shore
behind a rock wall
so high I can't see over
so thick I can't hear through
The sea breeze is in the air
I know the water's there
but I cannot touch it
so I turn my back
to the forbidden coast,
bruised, bloody knuckles
finally at rest
in my pockets.
crashing to shore
behind a rock wall
so high I can't see over
so thick I can't hear through
The sea breeze is in the air
I know the water's there
but I cannot touch it
so I turn my back
to the forbidden coast,
bruised, bloody knuckles
finally at rest
in my pockets.
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