She walks by the sea shore,
In the middle of the night,
Thinking of commitments
And her troubled life,
The light that dims quickly,
Silently,
A flash of neverending disasters,
Her feet buried in the white sand,
Living a lie,
Fluorescent skies,
Darken tone,
Her decisions crumble,
Lying in a mess,
She'll turn wherever the wave pushes her.
Dropped from the sky,
A layer of sadness
On her tainted soul,
Cradling in the sun,
She's writing down her thoughts,
But they lead to nowhere,
Lying down,
Darker clouds,
The rain begins to fall on her pretty face,
Sense and misery,
Wherever the wave takes her.
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