This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oxford Emory chapter.
Blue, deep sapphire, ocean bound,
I was swept by currents in your eyes.
The shimmer and luster of yours
Remind me of yellow-dyed sunset.
Maybe that was why I crossed the line.
Shipwrecked, I veered into your life.
Would you say I’m cruel for wanting,
Missing, needing when I said goodbye.
I’m sorry I cannot hold your hand.
Bridges burned, I cannot turn back.
Only in dreams I speak my mind.
Would you listen to my tongue untie?