the salt and the sand stuck to our eyes
we swam in the waves, got pulled out to sea
and our anxious eyes searching for shore
I loved you for that, so human you were
we built a home of mortar and stone
the storms came and left, we payed with our pride
and I knew from your shaking hands, we wouldn’t stay long
so I snuck out the backdoor in the pale moonlight
your seaside eyes
eager and restless, riding the tides
our seaside home with the windows broken
the door on its hinges, blown in the wind
I wandered the shoreline to find what I own
and found that I’m nothing but raw skin and bone
so I built what I could, sailed out to see
and saw that there’s nothing at all, but vast blue and me
your seaside eyes
eager and restless, riding the tides
our seaside home with the windows broken
the door on its hinges, blown in the wind
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