There is some sort of connection between me and the sea.
It shakes and raddles my bones.
The ocean is a story, untold.
I write of it always. I love it always. I worship it always. I respect it always.
The ocean is everything I am not. It carries my deepest and most starry dreams.
It crashes into everything and holds so much life. It's darkness does not scare me, not even when I let the waves take me.
My final moments, I wish to spend upon sand. Listening to chaos of the water, and watching the rippling tide pull earth under.
(I wrote this weeks ago but it turned out pretty bad so I didn't post it, but I figured I'd might as well post it now since I have anything to do with it. X)
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Him, The Galaxy and The Darkness
PoetryThis is my poetry/ventings/stuff My poetry is basically inspired by many things, such as songs and feelings and dreams but mainly about my ex-lover... Every thought is about him. So... This is for my lover. I love you.
