the waves came to a crash
04/25/2005 02:42 a.m.
it was a windy morning

she came to me, hands in her pockets
(the breeze from the ocean weaved through her hair
and i thought:
she's beautiful, but)
i knew by her stance that something was wrong

the sand was cold
the shells were sharp
my feet were bare

"we need to be alone," she said
as i covered the sun from my eyes
and the waves grew
"i don't like what's been said"
and the waves came closer to shore
"everything feels wrong now"
and the sand moved towards the water
"i'm sorry, but you aren't anything to me"
and the waves came to a crash