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Diving into you

Is so lonely…

Like I’m diving in a pool

To breathe, only...

To find I’m drowning

And I can’t come up for air

Neither will you spare

A hand for me.

'Cause you’re caught up in you

While I’m turning blue.

But my screams are silence to your ears

Like they’re stifled under water.

Making it hard for you to hear

So why should I bother?

You can’t see beyond your own measure

Neither do you care to.

You can’t love beyond selfish pleasure

Neither will you dare to.

What suits you shall only be

What doesn’t shall be no more.

Taking hold of all of me

To toss aside and ignore.

Since my issues aren’t evident, I guess It doesn’t matter.

Since my patience is competent, I’ll listen your incessant chatter.

Whoa is you when you want my love

Whoa is you when I need you

Whoa is you when I get fed up

All the whoas that will feed you.

But we shall rise higher every time after that

Even when you’ve blindly stomped my grounds.

Because beneath all the rocks, the ground still lay flat

And my will to love you holds no true bounds.