they described her
as the ocean.
strong, reckless,
clear yet full of mystery,
-- defensive.
they described her
as the ocean,
and that whenever
we try to dive in,
she threw us out.
they're wrong.
maybe we didn't understand
because every time we went
into the waters,
we felt lost.
somehow the water felt
like it was swallowing us whole,
and we were scared.
we couldn't understand her,
simply because we did not try.
she never threw us out.
we simply walked back to the shore,
never wanting to head back in.
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Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
