sinking deeper and deeper with each move
inhaling salty water through my nostrils
torn a withered flower that never bloom
and paint carvings with my ink-tears
my shout is devoured by scary echoes
that slowly whisper your name together
why we met, only our fate knows
and it knows the reason we fall forever
i'm hurting because my sea left me
my sea that had no name and no love
breaking to pieces, can't you see
all that's left is two stones and mud
- Author: Anna I. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 17th, 2024 02:38
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Comments1
Deep, great write
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