The sky and the sea
and the boy that once
said those things to me.

Call me a dunce,
for who writes poetry
except the doomed ones?

But will I be heartbroken, will I fight,
when I adore the sky or the sea?
No, no, I’ll be fine, I’ll be free.
For I have loved them with all my might,
Since forever, the sky and the sea,
Even if the sky didn’t love me,
Not quite, Not enough, not right.

PS- Pain makes bards and poets. Soppy and sleep deprived. It’s three in the morning here. This little piece is just something I thought of that would go well with my Inktober sketch for today. The theme is “Underwater”.
You folks should do Inktober- it feels amazing. I feel like a creative genius already!



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