Waiting At The Shore

Everyday, I walk to that beautiful shore when the sun sets down, I cry and then try to find some hope in the red rays of the sun. I still find that shore missing a thing, missing something only thou own And sit there waiting for thou to appear from the horizon. Waiting for thou, I have become jealous of this beautiful shore, As the shore's beloved waves always come when the shore is sad. The waves always come to hug and comfort the beautiful shore, But unfortunately, thou hast still not come, Am I that bad? I wonder if thou too still remember this shore like me, I wonder if thou will ever return like these salty but sweet waves. I sit on the shore, looking at the way from where thou always came for me, And always hope that thou will return smiling, like my heart craves. Will thou return like the waves return everytime for the shore? Nevertheless, I will wait eternally for thou sitting on this rough sand floor.