“You have the ocean in your eyes.” He whispered softly.
She smiled and shook her head.
“I see the calm drift of the sea, the violent, deadly raged of the ocean. And the longing to be drawn close to someone you can never have, but I see beauty the most. I want to sail forever in your ocean.”

this time,
i saw it coming,
or so i say.

this time,
it didn't hurt,
i wasn't sad,
i was nothing.

because

this time,
i was numb...

whatever was left;
an inkling, a trace of what there was,

is gone.

and this time,
it didn't hurt because the nerves have been stripped,
and i'm not sad because the well has run dry.

this time,
you've taken everything.
and now - what i am and what i have left -

is nothing.

Don’t fall in love in the summer cause you’ll be cold when it’s winter time

I think that maybe
(maybe)
you mean more to me than I'd like to think

I'd like to think that it hit me
unexpectedly
but I don't
(I really don't)
think it did