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The tides rise like my hopes
Crashing against rocks
Kissing the surface of earth in humble waves
I too gravitate towards the moon
A magnetic push and pull of limbs
Never sure whether to stay or go
The water moves with me
Waiting for you
Unrequited lust never felt so good
Until the bitterness bled out from you
The wind gave way to your pleas
Carried you away from me
My desires linger in the air
But the stars no longer linger in the sky
The water moves against me now
Trying to get back to you
The tides fall like my hopes
Crashing against rocks
Hitting the surface of earth in ignoble waves
I too gravitate towards the moon
About the Creator
Bailey Bush
Here I lie and commence to fantasize.
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