The waves come crashing onto the white sand shore
Where I stand, wondering what life's for
The current of the water, pulling me in
To end this life, I didn't begin
The feel of the wind, upon my soft pale face
The touch of your hand, one cant quite replace
The sun that hangs dull, no light left to give
The face that goes cold, no life left to live
Twisting and shaking, these sheets icy cold
Tossing and turning, these dreams getting old
Its hard to forget, how many lies we told
Minds unwinding, theres no hands left to hold
The flames of the fire, screeching with pain
Not anymore, I'm never again.
D.L.Humphries
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