When pen and paper meet , they speak for hours about you and me .
A scrap of my mind plastered across these deformed words explaining us.
Even though my fate with you was like the waves touching the shore,
It lasted for a short while yet it was beautiful to witness.
And in my graveyard of memories there was a garden missing the one who made it bloom endlessly .
But my memories with you will be like the roars of waves in a sailor's heart ,
they will accompany me through the darkness until I reach the glaze of the dawn .
For you've always been a sailor , riding the tides so perfectly in my ocean of imperfections and flaws .
But now you're gone.
And as time flies by , my body will become a masterpiece of scars , a testament of time's endeavours .
And I will keep trying to rhyme the broken stanzas of this chaotic poem .
For you are the catalyst behind this hurricane of emotions that define us.
That is , IF there was even us .
