Bottles in my ocean.
So much commotion.
My ocean waves had been polluted.
Destroying my dreams and hope.
My naive heart turned into stone.
Your light intruded.
Intruded into my life.
When I was wounded.
While I was trying to cope,
the death of my sister from heaven.
I don't want to be alone.
So please stay here with me.
Bottles in my mind.
They're all filled with droplets of my tears.
Till you arrived.
My bottles weren't filled with fears anymore.
You gave me a reason to live.
Bottles tied to my heart.
My butterflies stay here.
They have been locked.
Where I can't share.
Share my butterflies to anybody.
I am aware.
Aware that butterflies can break my heart.
Yet you take away any worries.
Should I open up the bottle?
Well...It'll never will so.
My bottles just have to be discovered.
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My Life With My True Feelings
PoetryIt's a poem that I did for fun. I hope yall will like it! (n u n) And I mostly express my feelings and with my sorrows. And I write about my depression at times and if I feel happy for once I will write a poem about it. (Btw this is the same just in...
