The shore walks in her vision as she captures reflections of carefree brave kids.
She feels it as splash of liquids descend from her eyelids.
Her eyes drizzle cold raindrops day, dawn and all night long.
Her friend's hot prescence can heat it up, to make her sane, just like her favorite song.
She is being watery grave in her ocean tears.
The lungs in her system stops to work; making it hard to breath in air of her own fears.
She curls up in the embrace of hope, at the room of her friend, which the door is left ajar, hanging in there.
Suffocating in her sadness, she
lies helplessly under her teary ocean, waiting in hopes of being rescued by a given hand which is rare.
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Hideout for the loner
PoetryAn abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart and oceans of muffled miseries; is the book your eyes just greeted. "Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
