Comments about Brett Roberts
Sail away with your loving heart, she said, “she will never step ashore again”
Compass in her hand. She’ll lose the map on how to get back to me.
Here I lay on this deserted beach, the sun beating on my now empty heart.
Pondering ways of how I can light a signal. So she can find her way back to me.
As loneliness, my reminder punches me in the face. I deserve all the hurt.
Never wanted to be the wind in her sail, that blew her away from me.
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