She was like the oceans,
blue, but so beautiful.
Her emotions always swayed like waves
and ran over her like tsunamis.
She was like the oceans,
so deadly yet enticing.
Her breaths always came out short,
because she was always struggling to swim,
she was always drowning,
drowning in herself.
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PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
