Been waiting for quite some time
she really wants to work this out
she tries to hold on
cuts her skin apart
tighten the grips
because she's scared
he would disappears.
Been thinking, deeply
she said what's left in her mind
spilt everything out
everything she has felt before.
Been talking for a few moments
for the last time
that was march
now it's september,
no more argument, both giving up.
It doesn't matter how long she rely on,
how good she is,
how soft she loves.
If he's forcing himself walks
facing another way,
he will.
No one can stop him
He made up his mind.
Different ocean, different waves
that's just how life works
beautiful on the outside,
but who knows in the inside.
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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))
