Waves are crashing
Sand is 'skew
Wind will bellow
A darker tune
Than what I'd thought
It would ever be.
It could ever be.
I wish I'd sought
To be someone new
To be someone unafraid
Of what I've made
Up in my mind
Thoughts will turn
And for tomorrow
I will yearn.
But first it's quiet
Peaceful and still
As I lay upon the window sill
Thinking past and thinking future
Of what is in store
And what this weather
Might just bore
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From A Flower [#Wattys2016]
PoetryAnother collection of poems by a girl living in a messed up world.