her eyes cannot contain the oceans
that want to be freed
the salt water stings her eyes
but the tears keep coming
there is a thunder storm inside of her mind
and she is wishing for lighting
to strike her heart and end it all
because her eyes cannot contain the oceans
that want to be freed
and she hates being so vulnerable
and she hates not telling them why
-and so she cries
YOU ARE READING
quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poetrya collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
