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We used to lay in the sand, it was up to our feet,

The water would lap at our toes as we spoke.

I always would try to grasp your hand,

But the way you moved,

I felt I would tarnish your dance.

My parents warned me about the drugs on the street.

But never the ones with blue eyes, hands, a heart, and feet.

The sun shone down golden,

We basked in it’s glory.

The grass we smoked,

We felt so holy.

Your head was like ecstasy when it rested on my stomach.

Your breath was so breathtaking,

When it drifted to my neck.

Your lips were like knives,

Deep in my innards.

I spilled out my heart,

You stole it with whispers.

I didn’t see it coming,

The day you gave up.

The day the fight was lost,

And I finally held your hand.

In the eyes, of god,

We shared something special.

But in the eyes of each other,

What we saw was forever.

When I was a child I thought things couldn’t last.

According to parents, good things never last.

If that was their way of saying they fell out of love,

Then I could tell them now that they just never saw above.

Me and you

You and me

Your like the ocean,

A gentle sea breeze.

But you ripped me apart,

And spread me in the sand.

You didn’t even have the heart,

To bury my ashes.

Love is a lie,

Lies are love.

I look back at the beaches,

All I see is false words.

I may have forgotten the thing that we shared.

But mother was right,

Good things never last forever.