Washful Moment

Just another name in the sand,
gulfed by the crowd as I search for a hand.

Everyday I tred on the shore,
the traces of you is no more.

As the lines of your name
wash away,

I may not be the one for you,
but my love for you stays true.

My thoughts of you held close to my heart,
from your side I'll never part.

-paradisiacalparadox-