I stood firm at the quay,
Waiting for the content reverie .
The boat drifted in the way.
Stealing the sun from my day.
I stared at it, as it sinks.
Under the lofty waves of your deceit.
I knew it was the last time I will die,
As my demise was not in your arms.
I will trace my steps back .
I will go laugh, play and run.
I will scrub your savor from the heart,
And I will never love you again.