...and you will slip beneath

This tide isn't what it seems.
She gladly sweeps shorelines clean;
taking everything left in between,
leaving us apart.

Can you feel me yet?
(underneath)

My eyes are burned,
bloodshot stained.
I sit here wide awake
for you.
Waiting for these feelings
to shake.
I wish I had something
to give.

I wish I had something
to give.





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