tides are gone
The tide that once came has left.
In its place is nothing,
but a sense of emptiness.
It's getting to me, heart.
Once, twice, countless times.
I miss it, those days.
How? Why?
A wish trashed.
Wildly, totally.
In its place is nothing,
but a sense of emptiness.
It's getting to me, heart.
Once, twice, countless times.
I miss it, those days.
How? Why?
A wish trashed.
Wildly, totally.

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