The painted picture of you and i,
by your death destroys.
A stray hand swipes at trails of sadness,
the heart renders a painful cry.
Upon the rocks i listen to,
the ocean's gleeful song,
malicious laughter fills my head,
as your drowned body could be found by none.
Beneath the mocking sunlight's glare,
The ocean sings another,
seducing my bleeding soul,
to accompany you below.
Step by step I walked deeper in,
resisting the urge to swim.
Until i feel your loving embrace,
the painted picture of you and i,
is perfect once again.



 
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