Drowning
I drown in our love, but who is at fault?
For you are an ocean; unceasing waves
Splash me with sunlight and blind me with salt,
And I happily swim down to my grave.
When we kiss, upon the surface I float,
Above the dark depths that fill me with fear.
Your flattering words are beautiful notes,
And I dive into your waters so clear.
But, oh, how you drown me in your torrents
Your stormy anger overpowers me
And the face I loved becomes abhorrent
As I writhe helplessly beneath the sea.
I swim to you, but the current is fast
And beneath the cold waves, I sink at last.
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