Love Sick
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.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012
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