I just don't understand this;
Not at all...
I'm no chicken little
I've always fancied my self more of an Atlas...
The beginning;
Was swimming in the ocean for the first time...
She knows
what is to come...
Who am I?
Just a feather in the wind...
The chilling rain that beats upon my cheeks;
Concealing tears that I have tried to veil...
The love we once shared
Was so meaningless to you...
The mind is but a battlefield of pain,
Decapitating ev'ry joyful thought...
A day went by without you
A week, a month, a year...
Dirty, stinking water,
all about survival...
There are two of you now,
Ghosts hiding within the brownish green...
I didn't have to love myself;
To be able to love you...