The Tide

My swirl of wind grasps his waves in storm,
He’s pulling me under and I’m losing control.
I thought I was stronger than to do this again.
Now he knows so much, too much for me to fend
On my own.
Alone.
To just be.
For some reason I can’t see life without he.
What is this feeling that is taking over,
Not again, not again, I need to take cover.
This boat wasn’t meant for the lift of this tide
It wasn’t meant for his smooth stride.
It wasn’t made for my American pride.
It wasn’t meant for a girl with these evil eyes.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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