Carved carefully into this seashell,
are perfectly straight lines.
The perplexing sea is a mystery,
created by the divine.
Carved carefully into the wall,
are desperate prayers, alone.
Each word, begging to be heard
Like fire, but cold, on stone.
Carved carefully into my heart
is your name, written in gold.
Your soul is one, like I've never found before.
Say we'll be together, young until old
When I breathe you in, all I want is more.
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Memories and Days That Passed ·•° | P O E T R Y |°•·
PoetryLife throws us so many moments, sometimes it's hard to comprehend what we want to remember and what we want to forget. Either way, remembering or forgetting, that moment happened & how we face reality is up to us. This is poetry I wrote, based off o...
