I never seem to get there to the point where my fingers reach the soft waters, the warm sand. I never seem to get close enough to dive deep into the sea and taste the salt on my lips.
Tag: sea
Waiting is not always waiting
I wait by the sea.The wind is rising.And I forget to breathe. The bird dies,If the shell isn’t broken.If the shell isn’t broken,if it isn’t broken by him.The bird diesbefore having a chance to live. The leave is swept away.The plump rots.The rose withers.The mane is cut. I wait by the sea.The sun rises.And I…
Hesitation
You never understoodthat I could’vethat I would’vethat I should’ve. But I couldn’t.‘Cause you wouldn’t,you couldn’t, or didn’t. And then I didn’t knowwhether I could,should or needed to.Whether I shouldn’t,whether I mustn’t. But why should I care?There is no love,just prove of love. And now,I’m letting go.Giving to the seathe power to erasewhat didn’t grow,what caused…