she's a seashell
waiting for someone to
bring her home
the sea will wash over her
and with every wave
she's dragged further
away

she's a damaged seashell
you won't find her
on the beach of your dreams
her colour is dull
it would never get your attention

the rosey exquisite shell
the one you want
it will never be her

she will stay in the sea
the sand will scratch her surface
with every stroke of the water

she will wither away
and you will never know
that she once existed