
eighteen | the tempest.
This poem is inspired by one that I read a while back comment if you know what it is! (I forgot too hahha)
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Like the ocean,
He was calm and still,
and promised vastness that stretched over the horizon;
Like the ocean,
He had thrashing depths,
Of murky secrets and scars by the shore;
But I loved the ocean
All the same,
The way it warmed my soul
As it lapped at my heart.
Such that,
When I tried,
I could sometimes forget, that
Like the ocean,
No matter calm or thrashing perilously,
There was always this danger of drowning in him.
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