Turn around
feel the breeze
and look into my eyes.
you wont see me
you'll see a stranger
standing on the sand.
the ocean wraps usinto an awkward,
haunting embrace.
Drifting away from your memory,
you hate the fact that I died,
us no longer friends.
I'm officially not coming back.
I watch you cry
YOU ARE READING
Set me free
PoetryA compilation of journal entries, poetry, and freelance I've written.
