Y. Hand full of sand

The waves crashed on the shore,
I gripped a hand full of sand
it ran through my fingers
and I knew, I never loved you

Anymore.

Each wave pulls out ot sea
pulling all my love, away from me.

You lay there golden tan
every line so perfect
the desire of every man.

But your vanity, turns my
love so sour.

As the grains of sand slip
through my hands,
the waves still crash on the shore
and they tell me

I don't love you

Anymore.