I, I may, I may have lost it
Lost my very, my
Very, life
In the ocean
The ocean of
Souls
The souls in the ocean
Have said
Have said
What they have wanted to
Say, they
Said that life isn't worth living
Unless there is someone or something you need and that is
Still there.
They said, they said to take that someone's
Hand and dance
Dance tell all the sorrows have
Disappeared into the ocean
Into the ocean
And maybe, Just maybe
We can forget about life, Life being so difficult
Difficult to live
To live, to live, to live life.
Then maybe we can actually be alive, and not just living
The souls have said.
The souls had said, and will speak again.
I awoke
And I awoke from the dream
The dream of the souls, telling me to dance, to dance into the sea with my special someone, so I
Can live, can live, can live, my life, my life to the fullest, to the fullest, tell kingdom come.
And forever more, I will live and be happy with my friends, and my family
Goodbye souls, and thanks for the advice.
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The Lone Wolf (Poetry)
PoetryThis is really a poetry diary. It won't ever be finished, but isn't that the glory of it? To keep seeing new poetry about my life, about my thoughts? I know none of the thoughts are new, but let's intricately weave them in unique ways.
