My home – my secret oasis where I find my inner peace ;
My private garden – who I share only with a precious few
You see – my sea and sky left me high and dry;
His forever also meant never
I rest knowing that sand may one day roll up on the beach again - perhaps even softer?
For that hope is my gateway – and I long to again swoon
I was totally floored - my sea and sky left me not knowing so much;
hanging high and dry to face things alone
He secretly longed for things missing in his life;
Referring to things as humdrum and not really what he ever really wanted
Going it alone is what currently stands before me;
I am a lone and forgotten island that one day will hopefully be anxious for a rediscovery.
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