She was an emotional wreck,
Something that no one would even bother,
Sank at the bottom of the sea,
A house for all her demons.
He plunged into the great sea,
Hoping to find something interesting,
He saw the wreck,
And wanted go get her fixed,
She was buried beneath a cloud of dust,
Where she hid herself,
To protect others from the demons,
That was living in her.
He did not care about the demons,
Or the great depth that seperated them,
He would only care,
For the heart that he knew was there.
He dived deep into her sorrows,
Only to discover the terrors it concealed,
He thought of her,
And pushed through with his quest.
But the demons were strong,
For she let them be,
And he drowned,
A figment of a dream.
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PoetryA collection of thoughts and feelings that were never said or expressed. A deep sigh that was never died.
