Writings of the Heart in Matters of the heart Posted February 6, 2009 IN THE DEPTH OF BLUE How deep could the ocean be? To drown the spirit eternally And burn a soul with the flame With a heart bursting with pain Hatred is my love’s veil Resentment is the reason for my sail Vengeance is what hatches my heart, As my fortitude begins to fall apart… Solitary, the virtue of being left Deprived my heart and made me deaf I never knew, didn’t want to see Why our love was not meant to be. I never felt how love indicted me While you slay me in the midst of the sea Drowned here; don’t pull me through Leave me in the depth of blue.
Writings of the Heart
in Matters of the heart
Posted
IN THE DEPTH OF BLUE
How deep could the ocean be?
To drown the spirit eternally
And burn a soul with the flame
With a heart bursting with pain
Hatred is my love’s veil
Resentment is the reason for my sail
Vengeance is what hatches my heart,
As my fortitude begins to fall apart…
Solitary, the virtue of being left
Deprived my heart and made me deaf
I never knew, didn’t want to see
Why our love was not meant to be.
I never felt how love indicted me
While you slay me in the midst of the sea
Drowned here; don’t pull me through
Leave me in the depth of blue.