I am not depressed.
Although that is a lie,
I think I am.
I sometimes look back at all the days,
imagining them to be waves in the ocean.
One after another comes flooding up onto the sand of the beach.
I imagine myself as a surfer,
catching waves,
big ones.
You have to catch the wave and do it well with your board,
or else it's not good enough to remember.
But this isn't about boards.
It's about memories.
Cause that's the thing,
If you don't do it well enough,
It don't deserve to be remembered.
But I do remember all my bad and good waves,
How they used to make me feel.
Both sad and happy,
And I think that's why,
I am depressed.
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The Eye Looking ~ Poems
Poetry"Do you ever think you would have ever saw it coming your way?" No I didn't, but now I know that it was meant to. Just a bunch of small poems LY ☆ Amazing grace ~ How sweet the sound ~ That saved a wretch like me ~
