We should not have ignored the warnings
of the storm in the distance,
for the silent siren was calling.
The wind has been breathing,
and whispering,
for us to surrender.
This moment is moving.
Turning, like the ocean.
Waves were crashing
and tears were splashing.
The vicious tide remained sleepless
and our love was not steady.
We slipped away
as we drowned in our lie.
We drifted to the shore,
with a story in our lifeless eyes,
while our hearts pour out
back into the tide.
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