When I think of you I think of your eyes
and how blue they are-
the kind of blue the could drown a thousand men.
And I know that each one of those men
would count it a privilege
to die in such pretty blue eyes.
Your eyes remind me of drowning
and I guess I also think of dying
when I think of you
and how to die without you by my side
would be such a terrible way to die.
And if you were to be the first to die
I think I would drown myself anyways
because without your blue eyes to gaze into
I would find my eyes constantly longing to look at the sea.
The sea reminds me of you more than anything else
that is why if a day comes that I can't be by your side
I would rather be in the depths of the sea
because without you- I am not me.