The world is never still, but my heart is.
My life is constantly moving, but I never see anything pass me.
I only see one thing, you.
The ocean once scared me, but the day I met you I stop drowning.
We are not perfect, but the love we share sometimes is.
I said sometimes, not all the time because we are always swimming past each other.
This is not me, and this is not you.
We are two people that are stuck in the ocean, that no longer can breathe.
Yet, we are both fine.
The worries we once had are gone, the stress is free, now we can be.
This is strange, but the way we connect is what make this works.
I am turning blue, but I do not care.
It just means I can get one more kiss before my final bed.