As I sat back at the shore, I looked at the waves that come crashing through.
Who are they for?
What are they made of?
For who were they created?
I remember myself in those curl of imperfect swirls. The wave must have felt just like me—watching the hours tick by, letting the sunlights dim and slip high... felt nothing while everything surges and moves forward to. Like the waves that crash here and to, I was reminded of my old self I pitied, too.
I was once this wave, who watched and waited as the hours go. I was looked down by the sun for doing so. Then, like a wave who did not know its destination, I kept on coming back to you, my shore, my only comfort...
Who am I for?
What am I made of?
For who am I created?
Like a wave, I kept on asking for my purpose. I reveled in the silence, gaining strength as a tsunami. I wanted to reach you but there never was a harmony, only chaos did I bring... to only realize that we're two different creation meant to overlap sometimes, but never really stay together.
AW. 04192020.
YOU ARE READING
When You're Not Looking
PoezieFor the love of poems, proses, words, and stuffs. Just a girl who wished to conquer the heights with love but less of your prejudice. I write rhymes so you can hear my heart. I write them as the whirling thoughts escaping my mind. So if you happ...
