My friend, you ask me, "How are you dear?"
The truth this time,is something I fear.
I wouldn't tell thee,that I sank in the sea.
That I gasp for air,in the currents beneath .
I won't tell you that I am furious with fate,the jester.
Who makes a joke of all,that I dream to be.
Neither would you know,
That hope hasn't called in quite a while.
He left the day I most wanted him by me.
And that I stay awake at night, doubting if he has ceased to be.
But I shall tell you this.
This.
That I know what it feels to be,
An abandoned little boat,
Floating in the waters.
Weary of the sea.
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