Kissing the Ocean
You left me kissing the ocean,
Never constant, changing fast.
I looked into the mirror this morning,
Blue, like the ocean, wide and vast,
But cracked like an addict,
A sailboat, a young bone,
Yet strong as deep roots,
And cursed: Forever Alone
Copyright © Brooke Wolfe | Year Posted 2007
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