I saw the tide of my years,
pulling me to you, past the shore of my loneliness,
that I thought would leave me stranded.
But that love I so wanted,
that love I would have suffered for,
it was never mine.
And you never promised it to me,
it was never mine to covet.
But now I can tell you
in a whisper down corridor of years,
how I hate him for drowning my soul
in your summer kisses.