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The Tide
With a voice like honey
And an embrace like silk
You are about as comforting as warm milk.
I know you will bring
Something awful
That will wash away the taste
And leave me alone with a sort of bitterness that spreads throughout my body.
It’s like I’m lactose intolerant
But I can not resist your sweet kiss.
What am I doing,
I always say
When I see you are gone
The next day.
I always give
And you pretend to care
But then I look around only to find you are never there.
In a mocking voice and with a tight loped smile,
You tell me,
“I love you.”
But all I see is that beautiful smile.
But then I come tumbling down after you brought me up so high,
Like a breaking tide
It was bound to happen,
We all knew it was going to,
But still, somehow we ignored it
Til’ we were buried deep within the roaring waves.
But waves aren’t alive,
They can’t see, nor hear,
Though they always grab ahold of things that are alive,
A sort of host.
No one can hear me over the wind,
I am buried deep within
As water comes into my lungs
I know I am undone
Oh, what have you done?
I thought you were the gentle one.
I thought you were my sun,
But all along you hid your merciless hold.
Filling me with good things
And then with bad
I am stuck in between a rock and a hard place,
Every time I’m with you it ends so bad.
You make me feel peace
I never see the tide coming
But then I am buried, choking for air,
Oh, it just isn’t fair.
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