It looks oh so blue,
Rushing up the beach
Seeming like it's trying to comfort me and you.
Never being too far from our reach.
It always gives off a sort of longing,
Even when we feel content.
And when this happens, it seems like there is something missing.
Which causes us to vent.
As we vent through and through,
It causes us to feel as if we are lost in a cave.
Trying to find our way out of it without a single clue.
Oh how they keep us spinning, those blue tidal waves.
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A Girl and Her Poems
PoetryJust some poems I wrote during different times in my life. Feel free to let me know what you think.
