every time i fall from the sky
( for you )
there is a sea of hope
of this refreshing happy
but it fills my lungs
and the salt scars me
but still i come running for you
swimming back as fast as i can,
because you don't control the waves or my fall,
and nor do i,
but we will find each other, lying on the sand
with a bottle of fresh water in our hand
and an extra towel.
CZYTASZ
the Angry Girl
Poezjasome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
