Those footprints
and that heart,
Swallowed by the hungry sea,
and torn apart.
The waves
too powerful for us.
Just watery graves
as far as the eye can see.
A place where love goes
to take its last breath,
breathing in the salty air
then sinking under the murky depths.
Upon this shore,
the only place
that love tasted
real anymore.
Now it was just
a shadow in the distant sun.
The heart
and footprints
are long forgotten.
Except by one.
A faded memory still lingers.
A ghostly visage still visits.
It sits, tracing sandy hearts
with icy fingers.
Memories of tears slip
down translucent cheeks
and drip into the pools
of salt water beneath.
A ghostly hand wipes away the tear,
for love was never really here.
It was inside, deep within,
where emotion resides
and our feelings sing.
The faded figure floats away,
sure to return again another day,
to look out upon the vast open sea,
wishing for love to set them free.
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