No matter if it looks like a tropical love,
We’re on two very far islands.
No more standing, holding our hands,
The seagulls took my heart and
I won’t even realize, like
I’m drowning between thirsty sands.

But my love is still pushing me above,
Maybe I can live alone.
Though the waves crash and the winds moan,
My memories of you keep me strong.
Even as we drift apart,
Our love will carry on.

© chayansays...