i am so happy about this poem, which is strange as i find it really sad.
but yes i am happy with it. there is something about it that i like
Tide
Sitting at end of the pier
Little between me and the horizon
Grey clouds roll in
Wind whips up my hair
My wet dress
Embraces my broken body
I sit I watch
The waves rise up
And pass me by
Each whisper to me
Tells me lies
Sitting at the edge of the world
Existence I have felt
Crumbled in my hand
No one like you
To hold me close
And murmur in my ear
The pretty words
I long to hear
Like the shoreline
I give way
i go under pulled
to the tide
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Breathe for love tomorrow
Cause there's no hope for today
Breathe for love tomorrow
Cause maybe there's another way