Shorts

I loved you and you loved me,

But somethings are not meant to be,

Like lovers round a wide oak tree,

I reached not you, you reached not me.

---x---

The beach is in the living room,

The sea is at the door,

People who live in Towyn,

They don't like it any more.

---x---

Someone took her heart,

And cast it out to sea,

And now she has no heart

That she can give to me.

And though I tried to find it,

Hers I can't recover,

For she's already found it,

and given it to another.