This poem doesn't have a name yet-
Note: this may trigger some people and lead to SH.
People can drown in the eyes of someone, who they may adore, love or are just interested in.
But I had dived into your eyes, hoping to find pearls, that may have history hidden in them.
The water was so clear and warm at the surface, I wouldn't have complained if I did drown.
Although the water was clear, my sight was blurry and I hadn't had the slightest idea what was buried in the sand.
The water had hindered me from sauntering the zestful creation of yours.
I had floated away, deeper into the abyss.
In search of treasures, that could show me, how to make you love me.
I had sunken, out of exhaustion to the ground.
The warm, comforting feeling had suddenly gone away. The cold unknown flutes had driven me and pulled me deep down.
I had searched endlessly for pearls, treasures, anything.
All I could find was dust, sand and keen, broken glass, that had slit my wrist.
My body had kept me under the surface.
I should have stayed at the surface.
