Rip your heart from its ragged sleeve
Bury your love from lies and deceit
Ignore the yearning for your breath to resume
Let your dreams die in this stone cold tomb;
The carefree waves are a ploy, a tease
caressing your skin then pulling back to the sea
You could chase them hoping to feel alive again
but you'll find they disappear upon the sand
Sticks and stones bring very little harm
when marinated by the ocean's charms
But in the concrete grave you'll stay
when all the water has faded away
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