I entered your Waters, expecting warmth and gentle droplets,
I got wet, and sunbathed in your gorgeous waves,
But you had to cause a storm.
I refused to give up on your blue, and stayed. Enduring wave after wave.
You pushed me towards warm sands, more then once.
But every time I escape your harsh waves, you pull back,
Tempting me with every warm wave, wave after wave.
We continued this process, day and night.
But while the sun rose, the eye of the storm reached me, and I escaped to the nearest mountain top.
The storm ceased, and in my stupidity, I welcomed your Waters, one last time.
Now your ocean is still, I don't have to deal with wave after wave.
But I'm still waiting, for the wind to pick up.
Because I know, you love to send me wave after wave of your problems.
YOU ARE READING
Secrets that lie in ink
Poetrythis one is a little bit different, it's meant for specific people who can find out the hidden meanings inside the poems, I also just wanted to use this as a kind of venting system without actually venting. it's much easier and safer in my opinion...
