Love Sick

Written by: Dana Smith

The weight is dark and heavy, Like black waters swirling deep It ebs and flows with selfish tugs As blood-stained tauntings seep. The waves have gone with reason, The mem'ries flood the shore As it touches sand with reaching hands It pulls back, then grasps for more. Deep below, the darkest pits The sharpest rocks will wait so calm; As soon as swimmers brush the edge They'll bleed in natures palm. I've dipped my toes in, felt it cold, Rememb'ring shivers dry; I'll pull my legs back to my chest, With only waves to feel you by.