I bet you do not think of me anymore, I bet you thought I would not write about the crashing waves and the sandy shore. You want to know more about me you do not even have a clue, As these hands lay just know I still write for you. I will keep picking at a open wound that will not heal,  The feelings I have are definitely real. Continuing to make it bleed, Giving you another one to read, Do you feel the need? To be tricking, Because it is not my flavour your licking, I will keep throwing it down Is it sticking? Like I said before the words I hold,Must be told. I  will tell my story, Why give you all the glory. Beware of love changers And strangers they are full of dangers.