He stands deserted on the beach,
Sand slipping through his toes.
Her heart just out of reach,
They tell him that she knows.
He whispers to the wind,
"I have sorrows to reveal."
The jagged edge he rends
Pours out the pain he feels.
And as the sunlight fades
And dusk descends upon him,
He thinks one final time
'Tis love that has undone them.
About Me
- Secret Blogger Man
- There is not much to know about me. I rock. Sometimes I roll. I always fight control at least in my heart if not in my daily routines. I am a slave to the grind who realizes just how much the grind erodes my freedom. But I am lazy so I never do much about it. Oh well. I'm American. But at least I know it.
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