After all this time,
she still keeps in her mind
that it is all her fault.
Memories in late night lane
trigger the adrenaline,
made her keeps on dial
the self-help hotline.
Bet she's crazy,
crazily in pain
constantly punching the stop button
in her life.
Trying the hardest way to survive
and making this ocean,
clearer as a mirror to reflect the flaws.
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Love in the Waves
PoesíaPoems 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))
