Ocean eyes

If you really knew me,

Maybe you'd see,

Through my drowsy blue eyes

Into a raging sea.


Like crows, your sight flies

to the sparkling sheen coating my irises,

The glimmer of a thousand tiny pearls.


But they are a legacy,

Far too romantic for the tidal wave that

Dumped them in my world.

◄ What's the point?

Heavy silence ►


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Astrid Thomas

Thu 18th Jul 2019 19:32

Thank you!


Devon Brock

Thu 18th Jul 2019 18:53

That is one taut poem. When I read it aloud, it pushed a snide tone - particularly those last two lines. Thank you.


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