the calm of the sea
often reminds me
of the storm your eyes
had once stirred up,
seeking answers to my pain
although it slightly wrecked
my heavily-guarded shores,
little did you know
that I'd seek shelter
in shutting my eyes
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
(no rhyme alert) theirs was not a 'fairy tale' wedding no glittery dresses, no giggly bridesmaids no typical ritual...
-
Image courtesy: Google Images She was a bad writer. Her stories never made any sense, and neither did her language. Her 10 self-p... -
soiled clothes disheveled hair chaotic mind blank stares on a pitch dark road with nothing to lose chasing death which might meet me soon m...
No comments:
Post a Comment