Prince
He tides me,
Like the moon stirs the seas-
Pulling me in, pushing me
Out,
Burying my feet in the sand
As if to say-
"I don't want you to go,
I don't want you to stay"
Copyright © Lora Robinson | Year Posted 2015
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