Matt F.

Ebb and Flow

The ebbing tide retreats
But the memory of you
Is something that no waves
Will ever be able to wash away

You left your mark
On everything you touched
Yet for you stopping at
The heart was not enough

Your eyes shone like the glistening
Sea being hit the soft moonlight
Your hair flowed like the gentle
Breeze on a midsummer night

We spent an eternity together
Now I've got only memories
Of you me and the
Summer wind




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