Closed eyes, open heart.
Lucid dreams, a new start.
The love is falling and falling,
Deep into an ocean that's calling,
Calling for attention and love at last,
Not the fatal love of years past.
The darkening of the skies
Hinted at the storm beginning to rise.
Rapidly the seas twisted and turned,
And her feelings beckoned and yearned,
Searching for the love
Which flew away as softly as a dove.
Leaving a tarnished, dried up island.
And no longer could she stand.
Because what human can live when their heart
Has been ripped out and torn apart.
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