In my sleep, I dreamt of a ship,
Larger not, like a fire pot,
Boiling to push, forward far from the bush.
Strong were the winds, trapped by the weeds,
A widow, calling through the window.
In the reality, away from the fantasy,
I use to believe, love will never leave.
A ship it is, and not at ease,
I was the doom, in our only room.
Your heart was blooming, but mine booming,
A dark and shady cloud, that only goes round.
The dream, full of screams,
A call, warning for my fall.
Could I have been saved, from the way I behaved?
Answer lies deep, in that special wrench of a ship,
It's broken and old, from the bully of water cold.
The name is gone, we can only clone,
Will you answer me, what will it be.
Relationship, or do we name it friendship?
