For far too long,
I stood,
On the edge of the shore,
Praying you would show your face,
And come to me.
What a waste!
If I had known,
Simply staring at the ocean,
Was holding you at bay,
I would have dived in,
And allowed,
Your salty kisses,
To consume,
The idea,
Of ever being apart..
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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