I stand at the edge of the dock, looking over the waves-the ocean.
Longing to dive head first into the water as I was dying of thirst
The very second my warm toes hit the freezing water
I remembered why I would rather die of thirst than jump into the choppy waves.
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Teardrops and Tequila
PoetryA one off poetry book. Love, Hurt, Odd Thoughts, Happy Thoughts and everything inbetween.
