February 10, 2011
By , West Newbury, MA
As rough as the terrain of the shore

Like ocean currents moods come and go
Warm and peaceful
Then brutal and cold

I just want to float
Without being spit out
Only to be sucked back in

Your mismatched words
And body language
A whirlwind of confusion
The lock and key you hold

Is more than an illusion

What your heart wants
Is written across your face

You can't keep telling yourself...
Something that has never been true

Fact is fact

What you need is me
And who I need is you

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