Out on the shore, feeling the moonlight drawing shadows of the night on me, romancing the summer air as it traced down my hair, is when out of the blue (must be the mid-night blues), the thought of you crossed my mind. Coming to me, you stretched your fingers out, reaching to touch me once, unravelling my strings, I let all of me come apart in your hands.
But as you walked away again, leaving me one, with the air and the moon and the water, I went back to dancing with the night to the music of the sea, with the hopes of you coming back to me and loving me like you used to. I let the sheets of waves pelt me, you watched me move in anguish while I bore the burns of knowing your touch, as you sat there smiling, letting me sing and making me wonder if I ever was anything more than, an emotional crutch, an object you could just play with as you pleased.
I wish I could put a full stop in the end but the pain persists..
But as you walked away again, leaving me one, with the air and the moon and the water, I went back to dancing with the night to the music of the sea, with the hopes of you coming back to me and loving me like you used to. I let the sheets of waves pelt me, you watched me move in anguish while I bore the burns of knowing your touch, as you sat there smiling, letting me sing and making me wonder if I ever was anything more than, an emotional crutch, an object you could just play with as you pleased.
I wish I could put a full stop in the end but the pain persists..
