• katie_kearns 5w

    The Sea

    My tides keep coming back to the shore
    Longing to touch the beautiful land
    Forget all the folk lore

    Listen to my story
    I am the wise old sea
    All of my long years here are spent with worry

    One day scared of hurting innocent people on shore
    The other of hurting the old earth my friend
    Scared of being tore

    Tore meaning taken away from myself
    Because not only am I hurting them
    I'm hurting my shelves

    Shelves of ocean life
    That are part of me