I am envious of the waves in the ocean.
I am envious of the way it hugs the shore and how the shore seems to just let it.
I am envious because no matter how deep the ocean is, no matter how vast it is, and no matter where it starts and where it ends it always goes back to the shore.
And the shore is always waiting patiently for the waves' embrace.
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PoetryBeing heart broken is like being underwater. The feelings of suffocation just gets stronger. You can swim, you can move, but you can't breathe. ---------------- Thanks @funny_sideUp for the cover, iluvit 💕
