I use this medium to
express my message
so wont these wooden ships save me
I'm drowning in my own ocean
my valentine,
wont you be mine
you're murdering me again
but I'm used to it
like it's any of your business anyways
i sit and cry in my own sea
cant you see
i really loved you
but now i'm pollinating a dead flower
with glued on wings
i didn't mean to play with your fire
just to stoke mine