If I wrecked the waves,
It would only drown me.
Unless we cover these holes
I'll always be sickly
Yet when I'm not veiled
The waves sink me.
For I am not who I am
Without being this broken
I am stubbornly sturdy
A broken boat made of cotton.
Yes I'd rather be fixed
But this won't ever heal
When I am already
Lost and bedridden;
When I am already
Long forgotten;
When I am already
Severely heartbroken;
I am simply
A sturdy boat made of cotton
I am just a blossom
Burning with passion.
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The Phrases In Love
PoetryEvery chapter consists of a poem, a story, and a priori of all the little things I try to see and feel. An ENFP, a Sagittarius, a Snake. That's me. The introverted of all extroverts.
