I was washed up on your shores
thinking you were serine blanket
that would caress me.
But you were more like a breeze
gently eroding me before
I knew I was less than I was before.
You shaped me into a figure that
was useful eroding me inwards
till I was a shell of my former self.
When I ever listened within,
I only heard your voice washing
in waves seducing my mind.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
I was washed up on your shores
thinking you were serine blanket
that would caress me.
But you were more like a breeze
gently eroding me before
I knew I was less than I was before.
You shaped me into a figure that
was useful eroding me inwards
till I was a shell of my former self.
When I ever listened within,
I only heard your voice washing
in waves seducing my mind.
