The Ghost of Drowned Love Passed

By Art of the Diver

Mon, 21 Oct 2013

Wow, look at you, you haven’t changed

still beautiful, as you’ve always been

really love your hair; you really suit that style

You can’t imagine how much I’ve missed you

I can’t believe how much my pulse seems to roar

how my arms cry out to comfort and embrace you

to touch your heart, to hold your love

to just enjoy your subtle fragrance

perhaps feel the power of your smile

And now it seems like I can walk again

I was so mesmerized by your eyes

and how I realised that I still loved you...

then I remembered crushing, revolving doors

and how they opened up my emotions still raw

just to smash and leave them shattered across the floor

Now, look at you, how much you’ve changed

beautiful, yet faded more than I could say

can’t imagine how much I’ve missed you

but my broken words and broken dreams

seem to haunt me, calling for you more and more

I can’t believe how much my pulse cries out

can’t believe these reoccurring, spinning doors

can’t believe that you left me; as we drifted towards the shore

I’ve never forgotten the pain I saw, within your eyes, within your fear

how they had flashed so brightly, whenever I was near

though I never knew what they really said

I wish that I’d listened long enough to hear

those few words and how important they must be

Now in this wet and broken state, I really can’t be sure

which one of us needed this love the most?

It’s lonely here without you; was it you or was it me

they found washed up, on the coast...

* Words by Rob Pearldiver *