My Walk

I walked around the ocean twice—
of serious thoughts of serious fight.
I open a gate towards the kingdom of God
and long before I was the fraud.

I lost my love a while ago.
Why didn’t she stay? Where did she go?
Did death become her new best friend?
I say yes, it was death, and dying wasn’t her end.

She was tired of love and often a broken heart.
The end was death, but where did her death start?
It started the day she felt my lie.
She felt the betrayal but still she tried.
The kiss the touch the love she adored.

But was I real or fake—my emotions she ignored.
Now her heart has died, love has left her soul.
I was the murderer across from the ocean and no one can know.

I walked across the ocean twice—
of serious thought of serious fight.