Love is an ocean.
It ebbs and flows like the seas.
You are a raft set adrift in this sea.
The flow of love makes you, the raft, land I'm familiar shores.
Other times it sets you adrift to new undiscovered lands.
When ashore the raft is crafted into a maneuverable vessel.
This is when the lover must decide.
To remain on familiar lands?
Or to venture into the unknown?
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The Wolves Howling In My Head
PoetryCollection of poems and small writings for when I'm feeling down. Warning: depressing themes ahead
