Every night it's the same routine
Makeup off
Hair in bun
Headphones in
Ocean on
Waves try drowning out the sound of your laughter
I pick out a certain melodic pattern
I close my eyes and drift to sleep
Listening to the oceans beat.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From a Lonely Poet
شِعرIts personal, its sad, its in love, its alone, its afraid its a collection of the deepest feelings, this is me.
