Deeply,my eyes are tranced as they fall into the ocean.
I'm alone,as I've always been.
My only comfort is the warmth of my own arms wrapped around me.
My heart yearns for something here
as my bare feet sink into dampened sand
and the salt water whorships my tiny toes.
The water calms and comforts me,
but it draws my attention,so I look down.
I can barely see my feet or the water or anything for that matter,
but I feel nothing but love.
I've been entranced by the ever going tide.
When the dawn comes,I wouldn't have known any different.
I know that I still need to leave though
even though the ocean offers me everything I ever longed for.
As I turn my back and walk away,
I still feel that I am missing something.
The waves had entranced me so!
The farther away I get,the more my heart screams.
The more I long for something that I don't even know the name of.
I don't think I have ever felt this alone.
Days and nights pass,and the sun rises and falls.
And I am miles away from any ocean.
I am so restless.
There is no comfort for my weary bones.
I am going to drive myself insane trying to figure what is wrong.
What is missing?
Some say i am a poet,but I could never put the right words together.
Others say that I am an artist,but I could never paint the right picture.
And,last but not least,I say that I am a user,there isn't anything to fill the void.
Only the ocean waves could ever come close.
Then,one day,I stumbled upon something interesting.
But it struck every chord in my body.
It stopped me dead in my tracks.
Once it left my field of vision,I wanted more.
I couldn't leave it alone.
My heart was wrenched and I don't think it had ever felt that empty.
I felt more alone than the time before.
I wanted to not just be with them every waking moment.
I wanted to be together with them.
I wanted to be one.
With that one person.
With the ocean waves,
I could walk right into the ocean
and I feel like one,but never actually be.
This was completely different.
I got him and I fought to keep him.
We crashed into each other just like the ocean waves.
We ran headlong into each exploding into a brillant light.
Contrasting and conflicting as we went along.
We'd argue and get upset.
Little things became big things.
But in each arms,nothing mattered.
We were the ocean waves.
But like all good things,something goes to waste.
Something will definetely go bad.
I guess the waves finally destroyed the rock that they had been weathering.
Yea,I had him.
Yea,I fought for him.
But like every good war,
and somebody loses.
Just like the ocean waves,
one of us has to move.
Guess who was left in the tide.