The Ocean
Foolish boy,
She was an ocean, deep blue, and calming.
Never-ending in life and love.
You tried to hold her in your hands,
as she fell through, you complained
“she was too much to hold”
But Foolish boy
She wasn’t meant to be tamed
She wasn’t meant to let go of herself to fill your hands
you never understood that
neither did she.
So when you left like the tide,
She cried and the ocean never seemed so blue.
