we floated across the beach,
but the night time swallowed up the scenery in its darkness.
no sign of where the land and sea met
just sad, endless waves crashing onto the shore
roaring ferociously
you didn't hold my hand,
you held my heart
and you crushed it
and you bent down to your knees
and you cast the ashes into the blue abyss
-a.h.
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whirring | 2
Poesia❝To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.❞ -Emily Dickinson. [welcome to whirring act two. this is an extension of my first series of poetry "whirring act one." if you have not read act one yet I encourage you to] ©liilacski...
