The ocean has its moments, where's the waves crash on rocks, the easy sloshing of water constant to the ears. The deep quiet lulling of water in the same rhythm, broken by the every now and then murmur of the water breaking against itself.
By Ivadelle Long4 years ago in Poets
Trying to speak, but my mouth is tied shut with thorns I’m sorry I’m pathetic, unable to cut the wires in my mind All this pain digging into my skin with the promises I've made
