He build a ship for me.... For us, we named it "Dream".
We sailed the beautiful wide seas together, not knowing where we were heading.
I saw the colours i never knew to exist, felt the warmth never knew this world had.
3 weeks...The dawn and dusk seem to have meanings. Our lives felt complete.
I could touch the joy, could smell the fragrance of my love.
Out of the blue, a drop of water fell from heavens. Our happiness couldn't last long, the sea seemed to be angry. God had to test.
A storm came, the bright blue sky was swollen by darkness and thunders. The waves which helped us now were drowning us.
I was scared, but was satisfied... I had him. I thought, we could fight, could survived, could save our dream.
But...
Suddenly, my hands were shaking, the fear was conquering. I couldn't understand.
I opened my tearing eyes... saw him on the edge of " Dream".
He turned, my breath stuck... Wanted to scream but not a single word could slip from my dried lips.
He jumped, left me alone...went to the island he thought would save him.
I couldn't stop that boy... After all it was my wish for him to be safe. He thought I'd survive but I didn't know how to swim.
"Dream" burned... The fire in my veins started to pour into the ship. It burned, so did my dreams.... ME.
I was drowning. He screamed, he couldn't see my struggles. I stopped moving. Didn't wanted to hurt him.
Water filled my lungs, fire melting my skin but i couldn't show the pain.
That girl died. "Dream" and she, both sank deeper in the oceans.
The last thing I wished was for my love to find the happiness I couldn't gave, the wishes I couldn't fulfill, the courage I couldn't build.
Now, every night I mourn alone on my death!!
You know the funny part?!
MY HEART STILL BEATS
MY LUNGS STILL BREATHS.