Jul 12
They run across the water,
Each ripple making a rhythmic impact.
I’ve watched it endless times,
Memorizing each splash and pattern.
Yet fail to catch them in my hands.
Always slipping out of grasp,
Just to sink beneath the surface,
Settling in the forgotten sands.
Each ripple making a rhythmic impact.
I’ve watched it endless times,
Memorizing each splash and pattern.
Yet fail to catch them in my hands.
Always slipping out of grasp,
Just to sink beneath the surface,
Settling in the forgotten sands.
I’ve written about love countless times yet never get a chance to taste it myself, a spectator in my own world.
