Driftwood
It was raining then When I stould waiting on the shore Stoic through the hours Chill tears upon my skin I have stood so long My skin the colour of bitter sand My heart knotted like seaweed My limbs stiff and warped Like the planks of the broadwalk Pebbles rattle cheerlessly inside my head Sea birds crak through my dry lips My tears are more salt than water Flowing beneath my dry seagrass hair Like a figurehead i stood Solid and unmoving While inside i broke And as the sun bleeds across the see Bleeding as my dry dead heart cannot A part of me is left standing, always While through the birds you laugh at me
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