The Taste of Goodbye
Stones pricked my feet as I walked on the shores,
Many seashells but interested no more.
I plunged my toenails deep into the sand,
And wait for that wave like another chance.
I sighed and wept as I scanned the shoreline,
Can somebody hand me a glass of wine?
Bring it to me as swiftly as you can,
My last request under the scorching sun.
Maybe the skies above would lend a hand,
And offer me someone who understands,
Or maybe the current would drag me deep,
Into the ocean trench before I sleep.
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fadingpolaris
Hey there! 🌟 High school me turned to writing short stories and poems for kicks, and it's been a love affair ever since. At present, I'm a special education teacher, guiding an amazing bunch of diverse kiddos. I channel my romantic soul into my poetry, often inspired by people close to me or just good old self-reflection. Love is my muse, I guess. I'd love for you to dive into my world of words and can't wait to experience your poetry too! Let's connect and get inspired together! 😊 Yey!
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