She sits with her toes in the sand,
Looking at you through lashes sparkling with tears,
She's wonderful but refuses to admit it,
Thinks promises are only pretend.
She's never admitted to a single thing,
Hold her hand,
Wrap your fingers around her wrists,
Maybe she'll stay,
Maybe she'll be pleasantly suprised.
She gasps at the beauty of the ocean,
Moved by its freedom and power,
She wonders at your attempts to control her,
Confused that you're forcing her hand.
She can swear to attachment,
She can promise never to hurt you,
But she knows nothing of fidelity,
Nothing of constancy,
She can never change her changeability.
In the end, Fate own's no winner,
Not the beautiful girl with no conscience,
Or the boy whose love would tear them apart,
In the end, they all lose the same.
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hmm ya this i think is a very powerfull thing. it shows people that they arent the only ones going through this because oddly enough alot of people do deal with this
thanks for your entry!
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