I always love picking seashells from the shore.
Here’s a story I will tell you, one that will never leave my heart.
It once was mine but I didn’t treasure it.
Let it go and it drift it off to the sea.
It came searching back for me, time and time again and yes, it did find me.
But I was foolish then, not to see how perfect it is, how it shines brightly under the sunrays and moonlight as it laid peacefully on my wrinkled palm.
But no, I let it go again.
Let it drift away from me. again.
Now, “my” seashell has grown tired.
Tired of drifting, tired of searching for me, tired of waiting for me.
All it ever wanted was for me to see how beautiful it is, and how I should have just picked it up to add it in my collection.
It will definitely stand out amongst all.
My seashell has landed on another shore,
Found someone who loves it more.
All I know now that it isn’t coming back anymore.
