I wonder if
the pit of my
stomach is a
calm ocean
with waves lapping
at pale pink shores
before shattering
into shards of
worry.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
Dry Mouth
I wonder if
the pit of my
stomach is a
calm ocean
with waves lapping
at pale pink shores
before shattering
into shards of
worry.
