The end

The end

A Poem by Phoen-ix

Tides change with the phases of the moon and
I wish the sea would have
pushed you back to me
each and every time
you pulled away

We could have avoided this if
the moon was more forgiving

Our love was like tectonic plates
shifting, colliding, pushing the other
one down until
eventually friction gives way

It didn't give way
It was given a way

Tsunami

© 2016 Phoen-ix



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