Short Stories

[poetry: the ocean heals the broken]

the sky is blue, as well as the sea.

though the sea has a hint of green,

and it smells of salt.

that makes the seagulls squawk.

in joy or pain, i don't know,

but i do need to sow,

my breaking heart,

and toss it in the ocean.

'cause no medication or lotion,

can fix me.

as the sea,

waves goodbye.