She's drowning,
blissfully.
In silent harmonies,
she screams.
No words are spoken,
left unsaid.
No air is given,
left displaced.
He can't hear her,
he never tried.
He can't see her,
evanescent in the light.
A memory forgotten once more,
but without purpose,
she is nothing more.
She's died,
in consecutive pursuits of him.
Why is she always chasing him?
Why is it her heart pines for him?
The curiosities plague her,
as does he,
but such thoughts are useless,
when they partake on one sided doubts.
She's drowning,
kindly.
Beneath the eyes of emerald,
meaning is washed away in salt.
Those eyes,
those emerald eyes,
pain stricken with anguish,
they're broken.
Irises cracked with emptiness,
cloaked by oblivion,
and painted by stars.
Her eyes gleam with a tear of hope,
what if...
what if...
The night hovers just beyond the window,
enveloping the sky with sweet nothings,
and whispering sorrows.
Her heart beats,
softly.
thump thump.
thump thump.
And slowly,
so slowly,
She closes her eyes,
one
last
time.
She's drowned.