do you ever just sit in bed
after letting the ocean behind your eyes overflow
and crinkle your nose
and squeeze your eyes shut
and feel the trail of the stream stuck on your face like a tattoo?
do you ever just sit in bed
after letting the ocean behind your eyes overflow
and touch the salty remainder on your lips
and stroke the lingering heartache
and feel the tattoo becoming part of you?
do you ever just sit in bed
and feel the destruction immortalise itself in your skin?
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the hurting / the healing
Poetry[ poetry bundle ] If there's anything I've learned these past 20 years, it's that life is never perfect. Some days are harder than others. Some days I feel so utterly happy that I fall in love with being alive. Others I feel so empty and tired it se...
