

A sea that is not for meWishing for common place Hoping to see that familiar face Walking towards me in a crowdA sea that is not for me
Professing things of love out loud Without lips making a sound Its here I walk upon hallowed ground In a place I know you won’t be found
My body acting out the dramas of the world
But in my head a romantic tragedy is unfurled Hate the things I do, hate the things I say I too loathe the game I play Not yours not theirs, not even mine I’m not something you want to find
Autumn becomes my lonely season
Searching aimlessly without rhyme or reason Wal
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