You're boarding onto a sinking ship,
The sea is tugging at your socks.
Between gasps and grasps, your heart is calm;
Thanks for investing in your loss.
I'll hold you to it with longing's locks,
The lung's necessity for the ocean's lust
Hope's optimism towards the deepest trust.
And I'll trek this vessel across your turbulent words,
And we'll sink like hell's anchors
Until we can fly like the birds.