"Sea"
She wanted to be free
Like the other kids she wished to be
But she could only count from one to three
And let her woes stay by the sea
Little do they know, she was dying
Those words, weren't obvious she was lying
I understood her the most
Because the she and her was me
These days are ending, I suppose
Given to the gates of soul, my key
I feel the waves trying to get so close
Yet I won't turn deaf with the clash waves of idiosyncrasy
YOU ARE READING
// 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 //
PoetryToast to our moments that became memories! Memories that became our lessons And lessons that made our souls hungry Only capable of filling it up by indulging into the world of poetry
