I stand and stare at the waves,
and can hear them thinking.
Every wave has the same thought,
What if the shore rejects me again?
How will I come back again?
When will I learn that it’s a game,
for him to play with my feelings?
He rejects me every time I call,
pushes me away cruelly.
Why does he behave in this awful manner?
Why can’t he be gentlemanly?
Is he hoping to keep me away,
so that I don’t get hurt crashing onto him?
Is he looking out for me,
and trying to set me free?
I wish he would just tell me,
let me make the choice.
I will decide If I want in or out,
I pray that he lets me.