Memories of love
are like footsteps in the sand.
They remain until someone
else comes along and washes
them away..
The tide comes in,
picks up what bad things are left behind
and makes them float and disappear
into the unforgiving air..
Leaving you with a clean start
and new objects to reform
your life with.
Shells are the beautiful things in life
to cherish and save,
Litter and glass are the bad things in life
that you try to avoid, but every
once in a while you can't help but
stumble upon them.
I wish I could just drown in the sea.
I'd let the waves take me further and
further into the deep blue...
I would sink to the bottom and cry
until there was nothing left of me.
I'd evaporate and become one with
the water, until no one could disturb
me, until no one could see me, until
no one could ever hurt me..
I want to be one of the footsteps in the sand.
I want someone to wash me away
so I can just be someone elses
lonely memory..
