|authors note: i don't use CAPITALS... sorry again..
i can't remember what she wore,
only how striking her beauty was,
i was so lost within our atmosphere,
the details became meaningless
she's become my muse,
she brought me back from the dead,
she saw the devil on my shoulder,
and she laid him down to rest
the ocean rumbles in the distance,
it's like we're all alone,
the blue sky has pulled into the water,
as the people disappear like ghosts
broken with the sand,
they drift along within the tide,
roll in and out again,
it's a metaphor for life
so nothing matters now,
'cept how our souls collide,
as i try and keep myself from thinking,
"i think she sees my side..."
she seems to get me like no one,
so i don't have to run and hide,
and as i swear it's all this simple,
that just complicates the line,
of connection to the future,
i saw this in her eyes,
the years went spent,
the waves crashed in,
as we left this time behind.....
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