Seashell
The ocean waves crash softly into each other
The sun gleams against the constant beat of running water
Seashells are dragged across the ocean floor
Pieces break off as they are carried along with the current
Sand fills each crevasse until it is swallows it whole
They wait to be washed up and rediscovered
But no one wants a broken seashell
No one sees the once lovely lavender colored shell
All they see is shattered, torn, and broken
Forever left damaged
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Sinking Deeper
ПоэзияBecause once the waves capture you, you'll never be able to return to safety. You learn to adapt to danger - he was my danger. - A collection of poems I wrote about him and other things -
