Every gaze of her
Every blink of her
Every clutch in her lip
Every movement of her body
Every wave of sea making her wet
Every movement of black anklet in her feet
Each hair that laid down her back
Every sun ray kissed her face
Was all making me fall in love with her

Weighed into a deep, hurling river

The water is not blue, but gray.
The sky is not that of fair day.

It feels sullen.
Backdrop of apathy.

The drowning does not matter,
It only matters that it hurts.

It pulses, strains on your skull
Until you sink
Into what you are convinced
Is a peaceful lull.