I whispered that the oceans must be jealous when there's people who have eyes bluer than itself.
I was swimming in ignorance thinking this could've lasted.
I told you things weren't right. Things were fading before my eyes.
I was sinking, gripping on God's hand for dear life.
I yelled at you when you tried to convince me that breaking up was a good thing.
I was drowning, because I never knew how to swim in the 1st place.
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PoetryYou liked when I wrote about you. Let's see what you think of this.