I wrote a poem again, after a long time of nothingness. It is a horror kind of theme because i have been reading a horror book. Horror is my favourite genre anyway. But don't worry it isnt really that horrific. The poem i mean. I wish I could stop feeling guilty for every tiny second i don't spend studying. Because i really want to do something more than that... but each moment, every new word that forms upon this page, a hundred hands pull on my brain saying abstain abstain from the evils of game. Game referring to doing anything other than studying of course, not specifically game, kind of games. Alright enough of this endless chitter chatter, lets get straight into the foremost matter.
Sunday, Sundays, never seemed
sad, but always evergreen
A day of joy, when friends would meet
A day to tread the nearby beach…
The rays of the morning sun
Captured on her fragile skin
Reaching to her broken heart
They seemed to seep so deep within
The rolling waves
Whispered a dream
Live not a life
Outside one’s means
Unveiling her eyes
Upon the world
She stepped forth
Embraced the cold
The waters lapped and licked her feet,
Her knees, her hands and soon her cheeks
The ground began to melt away
Into the deep, she swaggered, she swayed...
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