My breathing gets heavier,  
my chest feels like a turbulent ocean,
the waves of sadness are flooding my heart

but i can't help thinking of you.

thoughts like candlelight,
waiting for the flames to burn you down
to melt the ice around your heart
to touch your empty soul

to own a little ocean,
you try to catch your falling tears
drown the thoughts
they are hurting like hell
running, escaping your fears

hours are passing
eyes still closed
you ask yourself if you're already dead

and somehow you hope it.

Her rooms smells like incense
the car smells like ****
her pretty brown eyes remind me of trees
pretty pale legs are lilies and home
her milky skinned back is bare just for me
I love her smile its milkshake made
her rainy red hair is leafy and clean
her yellow sweater is worn out and neat
but her positive space is lavender green