𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙
𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖈𝖞𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘
By Colleen WaltersPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
When I drop
the beat of
my heart into
the ocean
the splash spirals
outward
away from where
it started
until i can't see it
anymore
as if it never
existed
no more flying high
trying
crying
dying inside
lying to
myself
and believing it
life is too short
to chase
what is not
to catch only
nothing
as if it was ever
something
time to pack those
tears up
and trade them for
some grit.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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