It seems again that the tides are changing,
Sloshing to and fro,
Feelings and thoughts and false accusations,
Up and down we go.
We’re all getting older,
Seems everything changes,
The places we go to,
Everyone’s faces.
In times of change,
Who do we rely on?
The moon changes tides,
So to the sky we look upon.
With nothing constant,
From the dark rolling thunder,
To the gentle lappings,
It feels they could all pull me under.
Then sometimes a life belt,
Helps me to float,
I’ll rely on it a while,
But it will give up, take note.
About Me
- Wendyyyyyy
- United Kingdom
- Writing has always been my passion, it's a way of displaying my emotions in a positive way - In the way the most beautiful pheonix will rise from the ashes
