Storm
Somewhere by the seashore
standing by the seashore, wishing you were there.
Hoping just hoping to see your fave
without you my life shall be over
Lying here waiting for the storm to come.

Bending down and picking up a bottle.
I wrote you a message.
I hope one day you will pick it up
and read what is inside for you.

So you will see how much I care.

I wrote so fast
and told you so
because there was a storm
and I told you that too.

Seagulls flew for shelter,
somewhere I could not find.
I told you this.
I also said goodbye.

How can I live with you away?
Not really knowing if you will come back.
So, I threw myself into the ocean.

During the storm.

I also told you this:
That I cared too much.