the water is you
your ability to move
move so fluidly
the sands are your hands
soft to the touch
there was nothing i loved more
the ocean was a canvas
much like you
your eyes lit up the beach
they brought up the moon
you threw me out of your ocean
because as all waves do
i was crashing too
YOU ARE READING
my happy was you.
Poetryit's poetry. it kinda puts you in your feels like r.h. sin, but some uplifts you. there's also some short stories, if you're into that. there are some trigger warnings, so if TW pops up, you know why (this desc. is probably going to be edited later)
