I won't live for myself.
I live for you.
For your mind seems rock solid
And mine like the ocean
And most days I don't want
To stand the
Ocean.
Despite its growing beauty
Yes it shifts and grows
It lifts and pulls
It guides the moon
The clouds
Sure it's magnificent
But is it rock solid
Like the mind right before me
Can it stay the same?
Or does it shift and change?
YOU ARE READING
Bloom.
PoetryA collection of poems and prose from a range of topics. Enjoy! COVER BY: @soundthealarm graphics! Go check them out!
