Ocean, my huge friend
smells of salt as he drifts near
off guard, I am caught
when he rolls over my feet
pulling me into his lap
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Cold spray hits my face
though he’s large, he’s such a tease
I try to escape
but land in his bubbly wash
he waves and I laugh
Well, well, All’s not well
I think If That did beat All
for the way he looked
Now he’s not right with the world
even if it is a stage
What if you can’t lift
the weight of a heavy heart?
Should you work out more
or just come to realize
that the heart can’t be muscled?
Some get it; some don’t
Some give it their all; some won’t
Those that move, will go
Those that don’t, will just feel woe
A voice inside me, said so
Heartspell 