Hourglass filled with sand
It's almost at the bottom
Its slipping away
Running out of the door
I just want some more
But I'm losing everything to the shore
Why do we steal from the seaside
If we're stealing just to count the time?
Everywhere you go
Theres a wall
With a circle
And lines
And 12 increments of time
I wish I was at the seaside
Having wispy brown at my side
And blue paint
Caressing the wider view
Separated by shades
That are so alike but not the same
I want to collect seashells
Like you steal the sand
But that's everyones dream
And I have no time on my hands
Cos its stolen like sand
I want the water
Even though I cant swim
I want the beauty
Even if I might sink in it
I want to see the place I love
I've not been there much
And it wasnt the best weather
But I liked it more than enough
And itll always be my favourite place
Even if I never see it face to face
That is a truth that will remain the same
At every age
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Notes by Nailinthewall
PoetryIf you enjoy reading poetry, songs and quotes by a mentally ill female with a sense of humour then this is the book for you!
