Her love came in waves,
Turbulent and unpredictable,
Throwing everyone off balance.
It could be too much at times,
But it didn't matter.
Because when low tide came around,
Everyone yearned for the
Tumultuous waves to come back.
-06/15/2018
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My Little Black Book of Thoughts
RandomA collection of poems, prose, and random thoughts by a girl who just loves to write. ••• All rights reserved, aka please don't steal my work 🖤
