Monday, February 14, 2022

Catching the end of it

CATCHING THE END OF IT (D G D F# B E, capo 4)

The blows harsh off the ocean. Gruff from a long and lonely night. Traversing that gaping black and blue.

I stand on the sand with my hands open wide. Only catching the end of it.

I don’t want to be sad anymore. I don’t want to be mad anymore. 

I don’t want to be bad. Like I was before.

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