Feeling the push and pull of the sun and moon,
wondering if I will see you soon.
Dry eyed and feeling the rising pain,
like the tide returning once again.
Drowning in the pull of the sea,
crying from the push from you to me.
The pull tearing the thoughts of the moon,
the sun won't tell me if I will see you soon.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
It is the last line and its rhyme with the previous that cemented the fave on this one. It is wistful and a bit haunting and that last line did it.
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