Green eyes shining under the quiet sun.
Light brown hair blowing in the breeze.
Overworked arms limp, dangling off the rocks.
I am walking, I don't see.
I don't look at the faces of those I see in passing.
But you weren't passing.
My legs tire from climbing hills.
I wasn't searching for you but finding you was my answer.
The waves crashed against the rocks overtaking the shore.
The water soaked your legs, traveled all the way to your chest.
I saw your face, not in passing.
Loveless.
Lifeless.
YOU ARE READING
Numbing Waves
PoetryA compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.
