Maybe I'm just too occupied of my own waves of loneliness, that whenever I think of you, I see you as the only boat I've got— which is wrong. That's why I drowned.
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Words And Memories
PoetryThoughts that breathe, words that burn. Words on my lips. Emotions in my eyes. A wave of sensations in my being. A chaos in my head. An infinite cosmos in my heart.
Drown
Maybe I'm just too occupied of my own waves of loneliness, that whenever I think of you, I see you as the only boat I've got— which is wrong. That's why I drowned.
