As if he were the sea.

 His dwelling place lays inside of me, a enigmatic stream of loves old notes Poetry from the soul And heart, songs bare from my throat,

I once lay down a rose for him embedded was a thorn May he never come to dust, whithered away and worn,

torn was my hearts abrasion living while he died, all the pain and anger the tears I wept and cried

He was my absolution, my crack in pavement growing flowers, the voice I come to listen to for all our given hours

A split second and I fell for him, with love As deep as love should be,
and into the core I dwell
as if he were the sea.