The ocean may rise
In a phenomenon disguise
You may not wait to give me a hand
To collect the emerging sand
Or the damaged pieces of shells
When the shores sink in like wells
The drips of water may sway
And you my friend, would just
Turn away......!
©sim
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
The ocean may rise
In a phenomenon disguise
You may not wait to give me a hand
To collect the emerging sand
Or the damaged pieces of shells
When the shores sink in like wells
The drips of water may sway
And you my friend, would just
Turn away......!
©sim
{what the sense and mind notices, unexplained questions}
{tears rising in eyes}
{unknowingly seeing my love with the other yet I disguise my tears}
{If I breakdown, you may not give ahand}
{To collect the memories}
{and the broken parts of my heart}
{heart sinks in deep}
{my tears would just be brushed off}
{rather consoling me, you would just leave}
{Coz you stole my love, and left me drowning deep}
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