Your "I love you" was like a scribble in the sand—
at first, it was there then next, it was not:
gone with the waves and back to the ocean;
gone in the shore like it was never there at all
And I wish you could scribble them way farther
where its far from the riptides and close to me;
where its three words could stay much longer—
right where your affection should be
—Eos Pleuvoir, Riptides
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
