The ocean calls for me,
Its glistening waters blue,
Once I was fishing on a boat,
And there treading water was you.
Once again we don our gear,
And head out to the sea,
But this time you're safe and dry,
And I'm drowning far beneath.
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This book has no name. (Poetry)
PoetryI am not a poet, as you can see, but yeah, here are some poems I have written. Some are a bit depressing I know, but what's more depressing is the fact I can't write a decent poem, am I right? P.S they aren't all about me, okay. Some are, some are...
