The waves, the eerie calm the silence, the whispers They call, they summon To the depths, of the wet dry waves I can hear them, I can feel them
By Rory5 years ago in Poets
You sat Pen anticipated Pen ready Ink blurring Mind racing Heart beating People reading Love overflowing Yet you die a little
You said you wouldn't do it You said you were going to move on Yet, you did it anyways You disappeared for months My heart broke
