Golden
Rest ashore this golden sand.
I have long since been forgotten.
My hand rests in the palm of yours,
as I pray for this moment to pass.
Following, are my moments of sorrow.
This one picture perfect peace,
buried deep beneth my feet,
only dried with the kiss of true love,
and a touch of inner peace.
Washed ashore is no longer my love,
just the pain you put me through.
See but only my life of joy, and smile,
knowing I have found the perfect life.
Your time will be remembered,
though withered in the back of my mind.
I am now your moon.
The one you let go that day,
the returning regret that lived so long ago.
You are but only the shore, the tide,
the part of my life I have washed away.
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