What a strange creature...
Water,
Always in disguise,
Slipping in and out
Of every form we know...
First friend, then foe.
Slippery smooth necessity
Sliding into us
Until we become one.
But then it hardens
Into a cold cruelness
Easily sharpened, ready to kill...
Don't turn your back...
But then it's gone,
Dissolving into nothing,
Or so it seems,
As it hovers throughout-
A mysteriously cryptic ghost
Of a most curious being...
Water.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
