Seashell
We bleed for us.
We see the mess.
Deceitful lust.
Defeated rest.
Obsessed with them.
But not for me.
I'm dressed for them.
But not for me.
Forget them.
Remember me.
If people don't like u for who you are.
Dont raise the bar, be who you are.
Wait for the person who loves who you are.
Wait for the person who strives to be them and never more.
She will be your lure, she'll open the door.
She sells her soul on the seashore.
She tells herself she'll never be more.
And you'll bring more to make herself more.
And both you and her will sore and sore.
End the battle, dont fight for her war.
Just stop the conflict and fall to the floor.
Knees on the ground and eyes up to her.
Sell her your seashell upon the seafloor.
For she is your sea you won't drown to be hers.
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Author:
birdbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2026 02:09
- Category: Love
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Comments2
This poem seems to say accept people for who they are and don't be too picky. Nicely said
I am also aware I used the wrong sore/soar ;-; also why TF are there adverts everywhere now
Yes there is money to be made off the poems you displayed
I make poems to have no monetary value, how dare they place one on them.
To be fair I would say that some of it gos to covering the cost of the site but I am sure there is more.
nicely done.
Thank you (⌒‿⌒)
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