Maybe it's time I stop for a second,
And simply, in reality, beckon you near.
It feels as though I'm waiting at the bottom,
And you, at the top;
Submerged in your sea,
You refuse to sink and I refuse,
To rise.
You're the pearl, the pure potent prize,
Yet by impossible chance you hover
Just above breaking point, as I discover
That there is just about nothing left I can peruse,
Nothing I can reduce, nothing so obtuse
But I find it hard to dive into another
As longingly, and although soon it will be
Too dark to run freely, I pace myself shallowly,
But the pressure sometimes, makes it
Seem like I don't try too deeply,
But you can't see below the surface.
Though I know it, the pain in your eyes,
And sometimes I see you sit on the edge,
And dip your feet into the rain.
Though things seems distorted,
I know that your pale form seems unsupported,
And like a ghost that has haunted,
Or so it's been alleged,
My silent lake has resorted,
For your sake, to have it's currents
Aborted.
I don't wanna make a sound,
Anytime you come around.
I keep my eyes fixed on the ground,
Too scared to bring you down,
So I drown myself in shame unbound.
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