Black salty oceans fall from my eyes
when I think of your world exsisting without me.
it burns down my face leaving traces,
wishing your hand would stop the feeling
of salt in my wounds.
after so many rains,
the black no longer falls,
but simply pure tears,
pleading for your forgiveness.
my pillow cries your name at night,
and each and every sundown
when I lay my head to rest,
the fresh smell of the ocean
reminds me of where I have come from,
and where I must go.
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