Rowing On An Ocean : Writing

The Terminal Terminates

The Terminal Terminates

A Poem by Rowing On An Ocean


This is that second you have to leave, the second you lose sight of them, the second they are miles away I don't cope well, so I write about it.
The Taste on my Tongue

The Taste on my Tongue

A Poem by Rowing On An Ocean


The perfect morning. A moment I wish I could relive countless times. A memory I don't want to forget.