i don't know how to talk to you- i don't know where to start with you,
i thought this was a ship worth sailing
"dreary weather no match for us"
then, it started hailing
you took cover hid from feelings of doubt
i put a shield between us
i only wanted to protect you
or at least make you feel just as i had with you
no calls no texts between us
a clean break with a messy outcome
avoiding you everywhere so you'd forget
no
this is not a letter to you merely an adieu
i'm posting this on your wall to let the world know how people can fall in love and out
we wounded up here on an island of fear
our ship had long sunk all our treasures in its trunk
the ocean washing away our sandcastles
leaving a salty foam in its place
i dream of you from time to time
you were a drink i liked for a while
a summertime destination an iced-beverage infatuation
and
in case you were wondering your taste is lime
"In Arabic, the word وجد (Wajd) means a state of transparent sadness caused by the memory of a loved one who is not near, it's widely used in ancient Arabic poetry to describe the state of the lover's heart as he or she remembers the long gone love. It's a mixed emotion of sadness for the loss, and happiness for having loved that person."