Ships

I looked to you as the sun set,but you turned your head to look at girls passing by.Damn it.You made it impossible to connectuntil the breeze blew your ego to the Ocean,and it seemed you got the girl.Good for you.I'm still alone in the sand, my sandcastle incomplete. We're both scarred;been there, done thatToo bad you push it overboard.Why can't I hate you for that? You made happiness.You made tears.You made them salty like BP in the GulfI was looking for something special,but that ship has sailed. 

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