SEASHELLS
He was like a hermit crab
Scared to be touched
Suffocated by the land
She noticed his scars and every scab
She knew his fear yet still gently clutched
Onto his abused, calloused hand
She was able to coax him out of his shell
He began to trust and fear less
Things didn't seem so scary with her by his side
It was nice while it lasted until soon his world fell
Their joy was snatched and replaced with sadness
She sacrificed herself to save him from the tide
He wakes up everyday now
Hoping to see her by chance
He knows she's in a better place but misses her so
Then he remembers her smile, always crinkling her brow
How she thanked God for meeting a hermit crab-like man, named Lance
Now her love remains in his heart, never letting go
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Sea of Dreams (poems)
PoesiaPoetry by the sea. Whether its as light as the foam on the shore or as dark as the depths of the sea, the ocean brings new thoughts with every tide.
