Sometimes I feel guilt
Eleven months
And I still breath
Pain is there
Hidden deep inside me
The waves are slow
Not so intense
But then with no warning
A storm brews deep down
And the waves swallow up my beach
Crash and thrash
What little castles I have built
Reality sets in
Dreams live in color
And your still nowhere to be found
You may have been an ass to me
But you where mine
And I was only yours.
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