Big waves
My thoughts have big waves,
They come and crash my own way.
I don't know how to choose the right words
When someone tells you
About their own thoughts.

Someone tied my mouth,
My eyes caught the sea under the lids.
I cried an ocean,
I have four more to cry...
On the outside I seem calm.

On the inside there are still
More battles to win,
Maybe I would need about
Four bottles of red wine.
© roxana