your kindness rolls like tides in the ocean
swirling and flowing through my head
gentle, but threatening to drown me
you have warmth from the sun that makes your waters dangerous
to such a cold human being as myself
and you grip me tight and swear your waves could love no other;
a lie you didn’t have to tell.
we’re all capable of loving once, most definitely twice
if we open our eyes to see that there are
more than just sharks that live in the sea
pretty, pretty ocean I love your attire
but you refused to be called heartbreaking
and I refuse to be a liar.
With the warmth of sunsets, you run your soft hand
over my blushing, red cheeks. Ice cold again.
Hey sweetie, you keep breathing those sweet words
and I’ll keep repeating the same routine,
And I’ll sit around and wait for you to understand that
I can never change.
Baby, oh baby, will you listen to yourself?
You’ll notice it’s not you speaking, but someone else.
You searched me for so long. I know you want us to be together
but it’s starting to look impossible under such bad weather.
I can hear you dreaming.
I can hear the branches of
trees you planted softly scratching
against your eyelids.
May I ask why you’re weeping,
though you’re still sleeping?
Please tell me, what are you dreaming?
Is it the time I left you to be alone
or is the ocean we visited long ago
that’s dancing behind your nostalgic eyes?
I’ll wake you if I must,
though listening to your steady breaths
is like a lullaby I could listen to