Breathe deeper, they said.
I just need those weekends again.
Looking for more bright sides.
Low on the high tides.
I just wanna win.
Blindsided by the low tides.
Oh, do I want some damn answers.
The hopeless feeling of drowning.
The twinkling of sun between ripples.
Lighting up bubbles like stars during daylight.
Slipping down and head spinning.
Grasping for chromatic orbs of choked breath.
I just want a weekend again.
I'm just tryin' to win.
Looking' for those stealthy bright sides.
Low on those high tides.
I just want those good times.
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Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire
PoetryPleasantMajority here. Some of you may have somehow read my first solid venture into poetry: Sunrise or Sunset: The garden of hugs. Others are new. In this collective I intend on taking my visitors into the depths of the ocean. All the way from the...
