I end up breaking hearts all around,
so then I long to be alone.
High up on a tower,
sitting, thinking,
drinking in the wind.
Yelling apologies to the stormy clouds,
who give me applause for an intense flash of emotion.
The ocean beneath, summons me below.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Ohh this one hits deep! That last line feels like the ocean itself is whispering secrets 🌊
Intriguing bit of poetry.