I sit on the wall and watch the shore and suddenly it doesn't seem so bad anymore the idea of not existing and floating far away so that is what I will do on this lovely fine day the waves will carry me away far out to sea past the fishing boats and ships and I will think of you and me and how we used to be then i will look up to the sky and whisper goodbye
(I know this is similar to one i wrote before, I just can't stop writing about oceans)