Poetry

Waves

She waits for him in crashing waves,
With each passing ship, she calls his name.
Her siren song, so sweet to hear, 
Draws curious travellers ever near.
But it is not these men she craves, 
She drowns each one beneath her waves, 
And gifts their hearts into the sea, 
And asks “please give him back to me.” 
But on the sea he disappeared,  
Now salty water hides the tears
That flow into the ocean’s depths, 
A promise made, but never kept.

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