The island and the sea

Unpredictable sea of a girl's giant love,
crushes it's waves against my island's lonely shores
strewn with too few trees able to hold your windy emotions.
I'm rough, too rough to be the islander in you, and
You're too beautifull not to be the one,
the one I hoped you'd not be
as I do not hold any fascination for you, in those green green eyes,
like I did in those first days of our enthusiastic love.
You took all that you found, you erased the marks of other girls
and left.
Now I'm just another island in your desert.

poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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