It's the ocean again
Painted in the same color as the sky
They looked so alike and similar to eye
That one might fall in love with them both at the same time
Even though they are not similar at all
The ocean is at odds at all times unlike the sky who is all calm and quite
But sometimes even the sky screams and cries all alone
The sky was never alone unlike the ocean, who was
The ocean never left the sky alone even if it had to cry or scream or die
But it wasn't always the same
Sometime even the sky cried with the water as if it where its own
They cried together when needed and fought but never left
YOU ARE READING
Words She Kept Under My Pillow
PoesíaI looked at the butterflies surrounding my body They floated in air and smiled and decorated my skin with their wings They took flight with me in their arms I know its too unrealistic to be true They feared that fire might englobe me whole and ta...
