I- C R A S H

Mon, 08/05/2013 - 21:01 -- alymae



                                                       (She who is 

                                                a Lost sea inside)

                                                 Am She.



               (here’s to Her

                   Exhausted heart

                      Abandoned by the

                    rising of the tide)

      Am me.


                                           ~I see. I hear~

                                                                                             waves C r a s h ing. 



This is my first solid poem that I wrote during a time of confusion and wonder....

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