The Tide Poem by Bri Lynne

What could move this heavy tide
That was born with us
Bond together with it's sticky lies
Remnants strewn across the bedroom floor
Ignorant to our desperate cries
You were my sugar fix
But now you're rotten on the inside
Throwing out your backward tales
Twelve times to get it right
Holding on to a thirty-foot rope in the storm
When your arms would suffice
Whats the sense of grasping at straws
When you've tossed them all aside
When everything's been tried
And all of your promises of love
But you're bored of the ride
Today has gone like yesterday
Bringing new hues to my tired eyes
As certain as the fields
Grown so thick between our feet
Tomorrow brings a new tide