If you have ever drowned
In someone
You would know all reason
Is gone

When you cannot breathe
And gasp for air
Because all you can think about
Is her pretty hair

One which flows in black waves, tied back
Dry and unkempt
But she is still the most beautiful person
You have ever met

Finding comfort in the lonely
Disdain for humanity
I will grow up like her
I want to grow old with her