Soaking wet in the ocean,
she barely move,
both of her hands and feet,
tied up in the waves.
Drowning alone,
moving toward the deep sea.
she doesn't want to be crushed, by him.
Neither of them know,
what they want.
But all they knew,
they cared.
She's looking up,
seeking for a light,
desperately,
hoping that it could help her,
survive miraculously.
Little did she know,
her pains are deeper than the sea.
Leaving a scar,
that will never fades.
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Love in the Waves
PoetryPoems about my tragic love story. Loving someone is like to be in an ocean. We never know what will happen next. Imagine you are in the ocean, now. You're going to drown in and it breaks you. ((I described a boy as an ocean if you are wondering))
