Harbour

There was never a harbour 
But the ship felt like home 
I should’ve known it would be tide-traced
Where we’d go 

Ever-beating drum of mine
Didn’t give a warning sign 
Oh-so cold when you declined 
The shape of me for you designed

Burying breathing things is not cool 
It’s cruel 
You knew that I still loved you knew

Unceasing cascades of water 
Could never wash your slate clean
Man you could see 
How deep the cut in me 

Broke that beating drum of mine
Without a warning sign 
Left me cold where you left fine
Forgetting my outline

Burying breathing things is not cool 
It’s cruel 
You knew that I still loved you claimed
The damage it was collateral 
But that’s not true
Yeah you knew

I guess the loose ends
Were never not that 
Just gone potential 
You wouldn’t mention

So your name remains cursive hurt
Written over my self-worth


	

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