It's mesmerising
the way those waves
keep dashing and splashing
The furious churning hustle that I see,
feels like it's reflecting my emotions hidden inside
They flow with as much force as they want,
there's no one who dares to stop them.
They're so beautiful inside out
and yet,
Yet, I envy them.
Because I can't.
I can't mold myself as fast as the waves do.
I can't hit and run back again,
I can't turn around again and become one with the water again, become the same as if it never left.
I can't never be found again,
and I can't be beautiful as I was ever again,
I only scar more.
...but
but they can,
and I envy them for that.
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Silence and Sins
PoetryNone of us are the same. Every mind different, Every body different, Every soul different. but funny isn't it, that yet here we are, Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding. Just what those lines mean, written by a single person. because we've...
