there’s the question of reluctance, no?
when that comes into play?
I heard the pier was tearing itself apart, remembering us.
is it true, you think?
that places hold us, the way we hold them?
we were
too much
too soon
and then
nothing at all.
-Sheila Sea
sheila sea 
I would buy your book. I love all of these.
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Aww, well you’ll absolutely be the first to get one now!
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Oh yay! hah bonus. I honestly just love the way you compose these poems. It is something I have yet to learn. You write so honestly and that is so refreshing. Love them all.
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Like this one a lot, just been playing stereophonics ‘Local Boy in The Photograph” and the mention of the pier drew me to this, the flow is just right and the mood suits me for now.
Wish i could write better short poems (or anything tbh lol) instead of rambling on for a few weeks just because i made a word rhyme lol 😉
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Haha, aww, thank you. I’m going to check out that song/album. I’m also going to revisit your work. 🙂
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Reblogged this on screaming from my deathbed and commented:
From Sheila Sea Poetry, her words are so beautiful, this one touched me in particular.
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Nice work 🙂
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