I wish I could look you in the eyes and spill this heart through parted lips. I wish I could hold you tight and heal your wounds, even if it took a thousand of the Sun's dips. But these thoughts are not allowed to breath, So I slowly suffocate them beneath this mask, deeper than any sea.
I call to you from beneath the waves, I try to hold on alone and to be brave. But this heart feels love, until it goes dark. And that is what has scared me from the start.
If I lose this feeling we call love Who will I become? Love defines my every thought, But painful corruption stops me abrupt.
My one goal, again, just to be clear. . . Was to one day hold you, call you, "My dear." But love is not universal, Some feelings will never survive love's extraordinary traversal.
So now I sit alone, beneath the weight of these feelings. Till my body collapses with this heart done bleeding.
I've no more emotion to spew from this hollow life, I'm a broken bottle in water, A message that will never reach the one I hoped to call "Wife".