you placed all your love in a bottle [quite resembled a
ship, actually. all wooden bows and tiny parts and
sometimes we like to believe that the pieces we set to sea
will come back someday-
and this time, this time they will work,
they will be weathered and sturdy
and amazingly fixed.
deep down, you know that water leaves
[everything a little bit weaker.]
i wouldn't swim in the ocean
i wouldn't paddle through
all those souls.