i fell in love with the ocean.
then the tides changed.
the moon phased.
the sky was no longer clear,
but a murky gray.
but i still sit at shore
and marvel at the rolling waves,
even though they are unfamiliar.
YOU ARE READING
•metamorphism of me• [finished]
Poetryjust a collection of shitty writings from ya girl
i am still in love with how you used to be
i fell in love with the ocean.
then the tides changed.
the moon phased.
the sky was no longer clear,
but a murky gray.
but i still sit at shore
and marvel at the rolling waves,
even though they are unfamiliar.