The ocean crashes into the shore.
The tiny pebbles beneath me crunch when I pull me knees to my chest.
The sky is grey.
Cold air nips at my skin.
The lighthouse as sitting peacefully in the distance.
Snow peacefully falls around me.
Wind blows through my hair.
Up on the hill is my home.
Everyone is inside laughing and sitting by the fire and the Christmas tree.
The sun will set soon.
We are happy.
We are loved.
We are peaceful.
We are safe.
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
