Waves.
They start and then die, right?
Just like life?
And relationships?
Maybe I don't need a relationship,
I mean.. if it's just going to die?
But I want to feel the love.
I want the emotions.
I want to spend every Friday night starting at the stars.
Kissing your lips.
Looking in your beautiful brown eyes.
But for now,
I'm wondering..
Will he ever be mine?
Will he be mine for eternity?
Or would we just be a couple of waves, dying when we reach the shore?...
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Everything Relatable.
PoetryA collection of short poems (I think they are poems?) that can be extremely relatable to some. Some may not relate to you, other could.
