Sunday, January 27, 2008

Soiled Beach

Soiled Beach

When the sun came up this morning
And I raised my weary head
I didn’t see her lying next to me
And I realized our love was dead

The summer breeze drifted away
The seagulls said goodbye
It was an empty beach that day
Our love was never justified

When the moon came up this evening
I was there all by myself
She was probably already at home
Putting another mans picture on her shelf

The winter called my name silently
I stood alone watching the tide
The wind was cold, just like her heart
For I have lost my bride

We’ve had no rain
In several weeks
Anyone could have seen the tears
Running down my cheeks

And I left a puddle
On the soiled beach…
© 2008 Troy D. Beadles

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