There was a time when we had beaten ocean with our depths;
Now there is a time we look at perished beings, the water has brutally swept..
Each second well lived, each moment cherished;
Existing now, only to be perished..
The novel I wrote, the tome you read;
The brain that praised, and the heart that fed..
Was just a reflection to what took place;
In my heart, when a face stole my ace..
Loving you is not a bad addiction;
It’s just a thing I do for my existence..