She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.

The waves being able
to go as they please.

She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.

Water as blue as
the bruises she hid.

She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.

Ripples swaying
like she does in her sleep.

She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.

Drowning herself with ideas
like she would in the tides.

She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.

Parts unexplored
similar to her own.

She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.

However the shore was her safe haven.