by Felipe Ventura

Created on: March 19, 2010

I won't stand in center sea waving my arms, waiting for a rescue, nor will I wait in a line for somebody to hear my complaints and concerns. An ear to hear my fears was never there, but patience for one was always present. What a waste of time, paper, effort, and heart, still no reward. Times offers change, change I nor you have yet to take in. People moved on and so will I, because if I waited I would drown like the ones who are no longer here. They sunk in your ignorant behavior. I'd rather learn how to swim or at the very least die trying. I have nothing to do where I'm at, so I'll head to shore, dry off, pack up, and head out. The sea is great to its beauty, it owns its name. A wonderful view to see, but her tender waters and its whispering tide won't drift me in. I have more weight than it can drag. Your moonlit skin will haunt someone else because at last you will see something of mine you've never seen before. My back. Heading back to where I do belong, where there is no threatening scenery. The moon will come along and her stars as I go home, for you have sucked the day off my face, but I woke up to the night chills. My day at the beach would never be eternal for I know how long your interest to me is. I'd rather leave your waves before they throw me out along with the trash thrown into you. On my way home you leave me shivering on how cold you are. Sand covers me, I take some of you home, but eventually that will wash off. Almost every grain, almost. The sun mark of today stings of careless actions. She will peel away and I'll return to my own tone.

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