I feel the ocean
Beneath my feet
It's like a potion
In the summer heat
But to my dismay
You've come to say
That it was a mistake
And then I wake
With great pain
In vain
Over the hate
And it's too late
But I'm ready to try
Even if I die
YOU ARE READING
Slowly Fading
Poetry*Collection of poems, fears, letters, short stories* Don't ask me why I want to die, I don't even know myself Copyrights to Readingwithunicorns ©️
