Sometimes I wonder if a life on the sea,
has anything in store for me.
But then again, I think I’ll stick to complimenting people's looks,
and reading outdated psychology books.
At the start,
our love was running to course,
and like every other love, it will soon fall apart.
Why do people get married,
when they only hope for a sure shot for divorce?

Drinking and writing, whichever comes first,
they have become my obsession, as well as my curse.
This is the norm that I must face.
I will never walk out that door.
Sure, I’ll give you your space.
Perhaps I should drift to another shore.
I don’t even remember what love feels like anymore.
Am I tormented by my own thoughts?
I’ve never spent a winter with someone else.

The bar was about to close,
so we started walking down the road.
I picked you a rose, as we shared sips from my flask,
until we reached the quiet cove.
And though the sign read “forbidden”,
we would never depart.
Because your lips keep your voice hidden,
but your eyes give away your heart.
You looked stone-faced as a statue,
but I’m here to help you cry, if you need to.