Something about this hurts
I never thought you'd be the one to leave me first
Drifting away
You were supposed to leave that for the wood
That lay on the sand near the ocean
Through once we ran
Smiling, giggling
Teasing, falling, flirting
As honest as the sun bright
As innocent as the dawn fading to moonlight.
Why did you have to make noise?
Now here we are, stuck feeling the void.
You were supposed to leave that to the translucent waves,
boy.
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Dakota Love Dangler
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