I took my time and typed the poem
The waves between us were so gentle
It started to shake more and more
They became rough like winter waves
After a few more times like that
It was time for the ebb tide and I revealed my skin, which was nothing but a scar
Because I can’t be loved, I am ashamed of this only scar
Waiting for the tide to come and hold on...
The waves that approached with your appearance...
It was a huge tidal wave










Why am I happy dude I like the teacher... but I'm kinda sad for Doha