Her eyes were sapphires...
Set in a beach that was beset often by waves of grief.
She drew her smile in the sand after every wave.
And after every wave... it was gone.
But her eyes....
Her eyes stayed.
Looking up at the stars she could never rise to.
Is this really poetry? no rhyme? or meter? let me know.
that was beautiful!!!! i would so frame that.
ReplyDeletelove this so much!! its my favorite
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