If I wasn't a person,
I'd be a jellyfish.
I would swim in the deepest of oceans,
hide under the brightest of corals.
I'd be the colour of bubblegum,
Yes, you could call me beautiful.
A pink so tender,
my insides seemingly outside,
I'd be transparent and fearless.
I wouldn't be something you could touch,
my arms – lethal.
A net and a game plan,
I'd still slip away.
I'd be a jellyfish;
A bubblegum coloured,
coral loving,
dangerous little jellyfish
eager to electrify
an entire ocean.
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Words that escaped
PoetrySometimes I think of a word and sentences follow. Poetry is emotions that escape through these words. Give these poems a read, pretty please! I write with all my soul.
