The waves crashing around me
remind me of a happy time.
This wind, it whips and snatches
my hair away from my face,
it never lets me hide.
I am the weathered, the broken shell
washed up on the stony shore.
The pieces missing are surely my eyes,
because I can never see your face again.
I may be a rocky building,
that has seen the hands of time
mold the lands according to its will,
just like you did to me.
aim of this: strong imagery.
Very strong imagery accomplished. This would go good with photo manip composition, lady on the sea edge, at the top of a cliff kinda thing.
I think I've done that sort of photomanip a long time ago "When Angels Fly Away" maybe? or some other one i cant remember the title of that was done yonks ago! Thank you I had completely forgotten I wrote this, I no longer remember why I wrote it and what caused it!
your aim was straight and true as you got it there well done