Things

If the ocean tells you to do something, do you do it?

I want to write, but never know what about.
Your lips? Your hair? Your eyes?
Yes, I am sure you would like me to write about these things.
If I have nothing nice to say can I say so badly?
The way your lips lie, the way yours hair holds secrets of those who have touched you, the way when I look into your eyes I do not see the calming ocean I once saw.
I am sure you would not like me to write about these things.
Why?
Because they tell the truth.
"Sure, you can look into my eyes again and see the calming waters", you say.
But when I look, I see a diving board with my name on it and the waves telling me to jump.
Telling me don't stay on her island of misfit toys.
"Jump!" they scream, "Jump."

Author's Note

If I have made some mistakes please just ignore them. Thanks. :)

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I know how that feels, that's why I just write about the same old crap over and over again. "depression" "love that doesn't exist or won't last" "my youth".