Literature
the ocean
I think I swam inside you , in lakes , in rivers , in oceans of tears and oh the typhoon that washed me here to where I am at . I think you left me here to dry out in the sands of time . The passing hours , minutes and days of less passionate moments hanging like an alarm , a bell retrieving only memories that sink this ship in the middle of a deserved pain or pang of regret . what words entice my ears to not a souls remnant and no answer from forced reproving lips ...except mine own . I think we entered there inside the cave and died there inside its victuals , the light went out and darkened our heart and hearkened the brave wasteland , my