beach house

my beating heart

my buried love

the strings attached

I thought a perfect match

it was real and then its fake

waves

burning

crashing

it's no good unless it's real

it was

real

then its fake

but we're like birds of a feather

" I want you to see how you look to me "

I'll wait in the suite

on the other side

through the little door

my soft skin my soft heart

you fit the missing parts

the stolen pieces are never mine to keep

but you kissed me and said so much more

before you go back through the little door

told me to " listen to the waves"

memories burn like a forest fire

heavy waves turn

I will listen