The Waves

We go to the beach and stare into the ocean. We notice the waves and think of such tranquility . Why is it that we see such violence and think of it’s beauty? That’s the way I used to think of you..

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Every time the waves would hit I’d close my eyes and think of you.

I’d think of your rough tide and the roar of your waters

and how still, I wanted to sit somewhere close and look into you.

I’d think of how I had jumped into you without knowing how deep and dark your ocean was

yet still, I trusted you.

How even when your biggest wave hit and you knocked me across the ocean floor,

I still stood up and went in again and again for more.

But within the strength of your high tide I found mine

and before I knew it I was able to find my own waters

and drift away from yours.

Give Me Back

Give me back what you once gave, then took away

And if you cant give that back

Then give me back what I gave to you, and you threw away

 

Because the choice has to be to walk completely together or walk completely alone

We can’t continue to walk two miles apart

Because what’ll happen is i’ll trip and fall, while you continue not to notice anything

 

But if we can walk completely together….

Then we may both trip

But we’ll be there to pick each other up

 

And if we choose to walk completely alone,

Then i’ll accept

But don’t forget to give ME back, to me