The deep ocean

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The depth of the ocean beneath,

Calling me for surrender.

The curtailing tears behind the lashes

Hid in the existence of the night living.

The defining ache of irrelevance,

Chaffed the smiling face, I masked over.


I was all alone.

I was all by myself.

I was the queen of tragedy,

Living with the king of lost souls inside.


Then I met you,

I lost my beast,

I lost the melancholy driven heart,

To your sweet ways.


You made me feel,

The living and life.

Not just happy but love and being loved.

Again, When I looked into eyes of the ocean,

It didn't call me.

It smiled over,

And said,

"You have a reason to live now."


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