Broken Shells

We're sitting on the beach.

Playing with sand and broken shells.

The sand reminds us of an hour glass.

The shells reminds us of ourselves.

You, you're heart.

Me, just myself.

I can't help you.

And you can't help me.

We promise never to forget.

And part ways.

We both know we'll break that promise.

 

Reviews

[Lizardo]

This a really good poem, this style reminds me of a great writer that was from here you know...
Really good, I really like this poem and the imagination around it.
Really cool peace of writing!

[Sophia]

Thank you.