I could almost feel the struggle, I could almost feel the air in my lungs;

But it dissipated.

 

I heard that the ocean was vast.

I heard she was beautiful, with white caps and golden sand.

But she hurt me. How could she hurt me?

 

I thought about it long and hard, I searched for an answer between my scars.

But they were red and angry, they held me tight,

They were adamant, nipping with a fiesty bite.

 

But I still searched and searched, for a beautiful girl that sat just perched

and ready to just leap, but all i found was bones and shreds, piled up in a heap.

I didn't give, and I looked for her tendrils of brown hair,

but I couldn't find her, because she was drowinging in the ocean somewhere.