We Say

Sail

Me:

I stand by the shores with fettered feet

As I watch you sail away

With not a care, not a promise, nor a look of longing

I wonder if you ever wished to stay.

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You:

‘Tis my nature to drift my love, I have no feet

I sail with the winds, gentle at times, sometimes they roar

I hear you sometimes calling in the night, when the seas foam and froth

Wishing I could see you but once, waiting at the shore.

 

 

 

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