I wrote this piece for my love, my heart. The first two stanzas match up, the last two aren't supposed to fit, the feel changes.
I’ll watch you drown.
As your hands stretch out,
Waiting for my own hands to fill them.
To pull you from your watery grave,
Your sinking ship, your deathly fate.
I’ll watch you drown.
Instead of reaching out,
I bite my lip, my tears mixing
With the flood of pain that surrounds you,
Your sinking ship, your deathly fate.
I’ll reach down.
And you pull your hands away,
It’s your way of making me feel
The pain that consumes you.
You make me suffer,
Because that is our love.
Our hearts beat, one solid sound.
Our blood seeps, one vibrant pool.
My heart breaks, as yours ceases to beat.
I’ll drown with you, blood, and love, and heat.
