She was as deep as the ocean. Not in a poetic way, but because she was always keeping something for herself.
She would shape the way of my love. Just like the strength of the waves do, when they hit the rocks.
She had so many curves, resembling the ones from the shore. Not physically tho, just the way she was.
She used to bring me down, sometimes. Like a big wave that surprises when you are not looking, and it makes you collapse.
She was unexpected, she would come and go. I never really knew the meaning of her words.
And I was the girl standing in the sand, looking at those beautiful blue sights. Lacking from glimpses of the dark parts of that world, and sometimes I still get stuck.
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Flowers of my life
PoetryPoems. Based on women that came (but eventually left, too) into my life to stay forever. Even tho, the roots of these flowers are fed on unrequited love, they are enduring and gorgeously painful.
