I sway like the ocean,
I sway in the wind you've created.
Hail pelts my skin and I cannot bear it any longer,
but I mustn't give up.
My heart has sank to the bottom of this lake,
yet I stay afloat.
In the air I drop like a comet,
burning up as I go.
What once lifted me,
has now brought me down.

Seize the moment, they say,
for it may be your last.
I've had my last moments with you,
but they were not great.
Boy, you've got me writing ****** poems,
and you're probably having the time of your life.
Why'd you leave me in the past?
We could've been more than good.

We could've been great.

We were.