Modern Romanticism

All the ocean, divided in two,

Seems to run over your cheeks.

I am locked in the deep,

Divided from you.

Why have no birds ever seen the sun

When we could fly?

Why have no whales stayed at the surface

When we could breathe?

I am lost at the bottom

Of all your tears.

I am lost in the wild

Of all your fears.

Let me stay near,

Let me stay here,

For I wish to see what you see,

Being, the nothing of me.

Bleak tresses, blackened by old pain,

Odd eyes, that spills the ocean over a marred face,

Beauty that has been ripped by the past,

For pain to be everlasting, in its ways.