My ocean heart
Love eludes me
like a feather of a winged bird
that zigzags through the sky
and lands next to me
on an empty chair.
My soul is the colour of the ocean
whose moods sway like the tides
and leaves an impression carefree
but whose riptides take in
what lands on the surface
and drags it down deep
to where the blues are black
and depression sinks in
I spit out what does not belong
but I am forever changed
one by one
I am told the ocean is beautiful
but I just feel ignored
as though the wind were a storm
and won't let the feather rest
in my hand and in my heart.
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