If our love was an ocean then we were stranded at sea
lost, miles from safety, just out of reach.
We fired off all signals and called out in distress,
But we were sailing upon a corpse. A crippled ship. Wrecked.
And when we depended on a shore but a stone’s throw away
you slipped the stone into my pocket and watched
as I drowned beneath the waves.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
If our love was an ocean then we were stranded at sea
lost, miles from safety, just out of reach.
We fired off all signals and called out in distress,
But we were sailing upon a corpse. A crippled ship. Wrecked.
And when we depended on a shore but a stone’s throw away
you slipped the stone into my pocket and watched
as I drowned beneath the waves.
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