his eyes were blue like the ocean,
they marked him as clam, a clam soul. the kinda person who stays inside, cuddling cats. seeing the good in eveyone.
he drew her in with his calmness.
the way he walked like he had no care in the world,
should of told her he wasn't the person she thought he was. she soon realized he wasn't clam, he was free, ruthless, adventures, chaos.
he was the kinda person who deystoys sandcastles just because he can, not caring about the little girl with the sad eyes, and he tells the girl that she's missing out on the ocean.
why daydream when you can make life your adventure?
he grins as he dives into life, nothing could stop him. he is the ocean, but the ocean is calm, ruthless, and free. and in the end nothing really matters, not him or her and her sad eyes.
the world was theirs.
for as long as they lived.
To save the world save yourself.
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Poems
PoetryA list of random poems coming from my brain, not really about love or anything. Just random thoughts that fill my head, edited into poetry
