Forcing the tortured oars
To take us over the seventh wave
Flaky paint is all that adorns the outside
Levelling the undrawn scores
Again to take us back to the seventh grade
Faithful by name yet no one stands by
Faith discarded under a rain filled sky
With no tourists there to speak of
Except my lover and I
Walking by the shoreline
Seeking to find out in our own time
Rowing on rippled pond waters
Carrying the weight of two and one other
A belly button of a mother to be
A son a brother for the daughters
The time was near
As if we always turned to see
Unfaithful by name and no one stands by
Faith discarded
Left with no more than time to wonder why
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