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Changing Attidudes I'm in a sea of passion Waiting for your receding tide, Your lighthouse is my shelter From which I cannot hide. Your beacon light is my virtue, The rising swell my rage. Your bay is my safe harbour, Your friendship is my cage. Yet barren shores lay empty As storms ravage in my mind, Letting pieces of misunderstanding, Drift oh so far behind. The tender nets of forgiving Are now empty, meshed in fear, They tangle in uncertainty Letting reason disappear. In a following sea of words Drifting for endless miles. You returned with an attitude, Wrapped in frowning smiles, Your fortress now impregnable Sits on a plateau of time, Rejecting my gifts of kindness, And all my verses of ryhme. Like winter's cold breath You paint a frigid hue, While daydreams tantalize my mind, But never will come true. Our love begins to hibernate With each passing day of spring, Your melancholy voice in choir time Continues to sadly sing. Your passionate thoughts and emotions Are waiting to be set free, But the barrier around your heart Remains locked in empathy. I watch the distant shoreline freeze, And with each passing day, Your sullen voice remains silent As ice forms on the bay... |
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