Waves

A Poem by gypsynight

I am just the sound, of waves crashing against the surface.
Though burying your head seems worth it.
You learn how to speak as the bleach eats at your skin.
Did it seem worth it to lose a friend but gain the truth?
And we just are just hungry for what we choose to not understand, we began to crumble at demand.
So before you point your finger I will break it, at my chance.
We roll dice to see who gets to go first, who gets to die.
Then we find that no one is perfect and we learn how to sin.