[wave] Poem by Empath In flames

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Wave’s roll onto shore…
Conveying in love,
To the one,
Who seems to be always waiting?
Contemplating on when
He’s going to see her pretty face again.

She sits outside in the softest sands
Staring into he’s eyes,
Touching gently,
Consequently she skims her fingertips
Through he’s cold and Progressive hair.
Scared of this push and pull relation,
She finds herself contrived,
Intrigued to figure out,
Where her love goes…
When winds slowly fade him away.

Into the mists…
Of a deserted sea.
In blackest of black.
She finds herself free,
And steps into the ocean without hesitation.
With no contemplation…
Closes her eyes,
She can feel the breeze
Playing with her hair
as it whispers numbness in her ear

“He’s here….”
“With open arms….”

“One more push and pull…”

“I’ll push you in,
And pull you out….”

“For ever and always…
Come swim with me.
My One…
My only love…”

~Empath~

Saturday, June 21, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,numbness,staring
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